Unbelievable tales from One Who Knows.‘It is a comfort in wretchedness to have companions in woe’.
We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.
In the words of Jerry Chesnut's in his seminal work Good Year For the Roses"While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind / I find I haven't said a word"Is that Hannibal Lecter I see approaching the Fava Beans?
Kevin, my British captain friend has departed, leaving me awash with warm and fuzzy feelings for all things British. So I am blowing kisses to your blog!
I had a dream about you last night, Kevin. It's true! But you were dapper, slightly built and had steely grey hair; maybe that's how you are but it wasn't how I had previously imagined you. We shook hands and said hello and that was it. Very strange.
Now, there you go again...making me yearn for a career in public libraries again. Will you be in costume? (revealing or otherwise). During my previous existence in public libraries I have dressed up as a witch, a clown, Jess the Cat, Spot the Dog and worn a particularly fetching sari. I may even post some photos if I can locate them.
Major: these days my thoughts aren't up to racing though they toddle along in their carpet slippers quite gamely.Lavinia: and hello right back! (English reserve inhibits the blowing of kisses)gd: you're mixing me up with another fellow: I'm the surly Wallace Beery lookalike lurking in the corner with the bag of crispslizzie: costume!? I'm hoping to spectate, not participate!
Kev....photos now available on m'blog. Of course, you'll notice I haven't changed a bit, and have always been an exhibitionist where libraries are concerned.
I thought you looked out-of-place at the Britannia! (-:
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