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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
Always present part 2
The last posting was a summation of all that had occurred over half a month or more. In these weeks I lost, my garden, my privacy and my will to live. However, the darkest hour is just before dawn. (This … Continue reading
Always present…
When you look out of your bedroom window, what do you hope to see? The garden, maybe a bird or two and some grass? Instead, a couple of days ago this is what I saw what do you think these … Continue reading
Upsykle.
Welcome to the first edition of Upsykle online magazine, which might become a podcast if I can get my mobile out of the back of the sofa. Upsykle your sofa. And straight into our first article about what to do … Continue reading
A notis of sumthing to bye.
Wele for sayle. Noe carefool owners atte alle naught to fyve balls of flakks in a cuple of daies. Lowwe mayntayn ens. Itte will juste gowe rownd and rownd and rownd, spinning. Itte is a spiining wele. Itte sayves werk. … Continue reading
Notiss 3
Ye spinnning weel is yette avaylable. Thee fynall reduksion in prise is too an orl tyme low of onlye 4 groats and wun (1) farding. Do notte look for a lowwer prise heer or enywere els. Itte wil notte happen. … Continue reading
Ay nuther notiss.
Sayve thy fingers. For sayle. Flemische devys that coyles both woll and flakks withowt twiddlerin of thy fingers bye mean of a weel. Notte ay cartweel butt a speshul weel notte offf a carte atte all. Itt hath a seet … Continue reading
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Ay notiss.
Neue spinning weel devise for to twyst wole and flakks. Bog oke is itt maid, wood matche most half timbouring. Compleet as to ane instruktion roll of the wurking writ in Laten, French, Flem with woodcuttes inn common tonge. Will … Continue reading
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The best laid plans…
It had been my intention today to have a solid day of doll dressing, interspersed with telling you all about nineteenth century French Fashion dolls, which may have been responsible for doll mania in the twentieth century, the development of … Continue reading
Still achoo.
As I still have this streaming cold I don’t feel well enough to do much. Television is stupid. (You noticed?) Books are heavy to hold and I only have five minutes before I cough again. I need something which you … Continue reading
Achoo.
Yes I have the cold. If I were a man it would be flu. The OH brought it home and sat and sneezed without benefit of a handkerchief or tissue, saying that he was paralysed when sneezing. It took two … Continue reading