Last night the final email check before bed turned up two messages from friends, sent less than an hour apart.
One was a sad message from A. in Austria to say that his (very elderly) mother had died. The other was from P. at home in Adders to say that his first grandchild had been safely delivered into the world.
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In which the pond wiles away Sunday with prattling Polonius, takes in a few
lizard Oz editorials for bulk, and indulges Dame Slap's taste for black
bashing ...
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What a relief to turn to the quiet waters of privileged patriarchy, and,
for the pond's opening Sunday meditation, to saunter the grounds with
prattli...
3 hours ago
2 comments:
Dorian and I are getting married in April. I'll send you an invitation.
There you go then.
Congratulations, that is lovely. You made a comment on LP (I think) a little while back that made me think that might be on the cards.
Also, thank you for so beautifully demonstrating my point.
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