The poet

It is now tea time in London, the sacred hour. Shhhh. Hush little ones.

Itinerary retrospective:
am tidied up habitat; sent some of you little messages which I hope you have received.
lunch lunch
pm hour-long nap; listened to Richard Strauss

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5 Responses to The poet

  1. Sally Crawford says:

    PS: I will practise making proper hyperlinks. This is my sixth day of blogging – ever . . .. Ah.

  2. Sally Crawford says:

    Hey, I have not met Jenni, stay-at-home mom yet.

    Hi, Jenni.

    So who have we got extra?

    It’s Ric.

    Ric is our secret intelligence person – are you not Ric – who’s going to report up – to Solonor.

    Do you think we’ve been bad enough; funny enough; awake enough; worthy enough?

    I need another cup of tea.


  3. Ric The Schmuck says:

    Having just gotten off the phone with him, he assures me that he is avoiding the web page at all costs….

    If he makes it the whole week, I will believe it when I see it!

    (Especially if I leave the page on when they come over for a BBQ tonite. I suppose I shall have to shut the PC down for fear of temptation creeping in. Unless Whiny and/or Pepperkat wish to check up on their stuff.)

  4. Jenni says:

    Hi Sally! Sorry about being a deserter — it’s temporary. Busy weekend. I must find to post and help out as I promised…..

  5. Sally Crawford says:

    Hi, Jenni,

    Small people and busy-mums come first and second; busy-mums and small people come first and second. I don’t think anyone or anything else is a contender (probably to quote Solonor).

    xx Sally

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