Southbound hurtle imninent.
First, toast.
Southbound hurtle imninent.
First, toast.
’To hurtling!’
We have just had a card through the door advertising the services of an estate agent. Or probably an estate agent. The claim it actually makes is
"“We’ve just successfully sold London Road and could do the same for you!
This recent sale in you area has generated an enormous amount of interest…”
I’ll bet it has! Apart from anything else the local council will be wanting to know where they are to run the buses in future if they no longer own that road.
Snorkity snork
Does anyone know how Carinthia is?
Home safely, having hurtled.
She’s recently back home and fortifying herself with coffee. Which I imagine is rather necessary.
Gxx
Oh that’s good. I was worried there.
I am here, at home, fuelling-up with coffee & admiring my beautiful flowers.
The bastard abscess is filling up again, so I have another month’s worth of antibiotics to take.
Deep Sigh.
I have to have a blood test in a week & see my Consultant soon.
Everyone is doing their best to make sure that I am fit enuff for the Colonoscopy & that surgery can be avoided.
I am abit frazzled, but ok.
Carinthia. xx
J, M, J & TWD…
Carinthia. xx
I think I’d have to add the entire Litany!
Can I possibly erase the memory with Brian Bilston’s latest online offering?
Foot soldiers in the War on Error,
they’re here to save us from ourselves,
with Fowler’s Modern English Usage
(first edition, nineteen twelve).
They scrutinise each word we write
for typos, gaffes, et cetera,
correcting all our dumb mistakes
to make our grammar betterer.
They sigh and tut and tell us off
for the rules we have forsaken
and chart this nation’s steep decline
by the care we should of taken.
Custodians of the King’s English,
they merely serve to keep it pure
and restrict, they hope, the ignorant
to three mistakes or less.
In doing so, they hold no fear
they will deprive a thing of life:
for it’s not important what is said,
what matters is that its right.
Brian Bilston
Now.
I’m not a pedant.
But!
ps Yes, I did spot the others. A bit later.
In my defence, I’m a bit slow. Plus, that particular error drives me nuts.
Moi Aussi
I knew there had to be a reason…
(soz. ish)
Gxx
The Fork Andles are burning.
The Quattro is fired-up.
I have lit the Extry Extry because I can.
I am very grateful for all your kind thoughts, gifts & good wishes. ![]()
Carinthia. xx