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Date: 05 April 2007 17:05:05
For the next four days at least, which is why you might just find me here more often than I've been of late. Should you be in need of some more serious reading matter on the theme (or are suffering from insomnia) , do feel free to drop by my other blog green_patches/2007/03/storks_and_prun.html I miss the sense of community there is on the wibsite. So far my only comments have been from Mr Miff and my tutor.
Spring has sprung, I'm a year older, and the Easter break has started. Like Rosamundi, I have a shiny new toy of newness; the first camera I've had to myself since the huge black and white polaroid bought for me on my sixteenth birthday. I'm sure you'll enjoy being a showcase for my wonderful creations ( headless bodies and everyday objects snapped from unusual angles being my speciality!)
So yes, the grass is riz and all that - and I started the break as I mean to go on by taking myself down to the mid-week that isn't really a midweek Holy Communion service at church. As I set off Ms Miffy stumbled out onto the landing, expressing regret that she'd not woken up in time to come with me. (Though on reflection, she may have been referring to the shopping I was going to do afterwards). Just as well. Being the day it is, we were focussing on Christ's washing of the disciples feet. Thankfully, there will be no re-enactments taking place this year. (Although we were asked to reflect on what might be a suitably symbolic contemporary alternative.) The mind boggles. The thought of Ms Miffy - who has a 'thing' (not!) about feet - being confronted by someone's hairy feet emerging from their woolly socks doesn't bear thinking about. She would have burst from her seat and run screaming out into the marketplace before you could say 'self-giving!'
We had a wander round town - looking for presents for the Man Who Has Everything. Remarkably successful, as it turns out. A shopping problem shared is indeed a shopping problem halved. And, as Nice Cups of Tea Out are prohibited under my Lent regi (I mean challenge), we returned home, and had a nice, girly time in the kitchen, with offspring baking a secret something or other for Mr M's upcoming birthday, whilst I read out selected (and hilarious ) excerpts from M Bremmer's 'Enquire Within Upon Everything,' household bible and doorstop. In the unlikely event that Ms M receives an invitation to an 'at home,' she will know exactly how to conduct herself! She also knows the correct proceedure for hiring a nanny, and how to remove stains from priceless antique silks. NOT skills that will serve her when she flies the atlantic come the summer. However, she IS practising perfecting her 'cute English accent.'