Soft, pink, moist, with wrinkly bits and a large label that reads "C. KLEIN, PROPRIETRESS." Lost somewhere between Oxford, England and Newark International Airport, likely as a result of too little sleep and too much tromping, talking, fresh air, tea, beer, McVitie's, reading, and general happiness, not too mention air travel and time zones. Results of loss: inability to walk in a straight line, talk in a straight sentence, or think in a straight fashion (not that there's anything wrong with that). Now seeking it out in deepest slumber; more to follow when the missing object has been restored to me. Cheerio.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
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"inability to...talk in a straight sentence..."
ReplyDeleteFunny, I remember one particularly memorable evening at Revival when, despite your inability to walk in a straight line, your sentence-forming abilities were (remarkably enough) still far better than average.
go figure ;-)
Fun and Britain will do that to ya.... After you get your beauty sleep and get over jet lag, a general happiness report is order....
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to it!
Marilyn
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A gentleman ought to travel abroad, but dwell at home. ~ Thomas Fuller
LOL - you sound extremely coherent for someone missing a brain.
ReplyDeleteThat ought to be "not *to* mention air travel," of course, but I will let the typo stand in honor of my wandering noggin.
ReplyDeleteOh, it sounds like you had a wonderful time, though!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed your trip. Next time you come over and if you have spare time, you should come and visit us at the National Centre for Research in Children's Literature at Roehampton University. We're a friendly, children's lit bunch, and are always happy to have visitors from abroad...
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Laura
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ReplyDeletePerhaps it's out gathering its thoughts? :D
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