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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
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
Piles.
Yes, I have piles, I have piles of piles and lots of them. Putting cream on them will not help. Sucking my stomach in and thinking of higher things is no help at all and eating prunes doesn’t make a … Continue reading
End of year* pop quiz.
Television channels and magazines are full of them, this time of year. Quizzes, that is. This is actually because no editor can get the journalists out of the bar for love nor money. Here the quiz is because I like … Continue reading
Deliverance.
Somewhere in the house are the two volumes necessary to contain all the information of a children’s encyclopaedia. You’d need a bigger set now because this one is over a hundred years old. It has a page or two on … Continue reading