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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
The electrical life 3.
If you are new here, welcome! If you are as fiercely bright as most of the miniaturists who pause here you may have noticed the number 3 in the title, for this is the 3rd description of my attempt to … Continue reading
The electrical life part 2.
The date for the arrival of the Washing Machine version of the Star Ship Enterprise was a surprise which would be vouchsafed unto me in a telephone call. I spent time stressing that I have a landline, which means that … Continue reading
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The electrical life.
When the house next door was built in the seventies, Ted’s wife, who designed it, made it all electrical because she thought it was cleaner, safer and better. A mere half a century later public opinion has caught up with … Continue reading
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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