I wish I was in Antigua, the largest of the isles downwind, where it is 28°C and sunny, watching the cricket, with my knitting, the sweet little Chinese parasol I bought for a summer that never happened, and a radio.
I'm going to end up as Miss Marple. Actually, that wouldn't be bad. The Joan Hickson version, of course, not the other one.
The Guardian O-B-O, in the 11th over, has the Beard Liberation Front's official statement on Stanford's dodgy tache.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Enough winter
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I can heartily recommend wood burning stove shopping in this weather. Toasty. But they didn't have the cricket on.
Hello Jo!
What an appealing idea. But the birds were singing this morning, and the sky wasn't all that dark when I got home today. There's hope.
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