I don't know how A.A.Milne managed to become so clever in just six years. I finally have the look-I've-done-clever-stuff bit to add to my name but it took a bloody long time to get there. I think I still have a lot to discuss with young A.A. though - bears most especially and why he should be so concerned about their presence round corners.
I have a small bear of my own who likes syncronised dance routines to hip hop and porridge and other things that a bear from New York would like. He has a lot in common with the anthropomorphised bears from Jasper Fforde's world althought I'm certain he'd rather live in the skyrise tower than a cottage in the woods.
I have a serious point to make about bears, and the brilliance of Jasper Fforde but I have been outdone by a roast lamb and a clock.
and so, to bed
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Dialects
It's hard to be in a country where your nickname (or at least one of the hordes of pseudonyms) sounds rude. At least I have my more respectable, full title to go to now - Auntie Pusscat. My little niece is getting pretty vocal and to hear a two year old yelling "pussy!" might just be too much for some Americans. Mind you her moniker of Tottie isn't much better in London. I blame the parents.
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