…without your glasses you'd probably have been run over
Clover Avenue, very suburban, nice red tiled roof. Some double parking just round the corner (very inconsiderate). Back garden trampolines seem to be very much in fashion.
Ooh a Google Earther if ever I spotted one. Or a "Glearther" as I have chosen to name such folks. Myself included.
Oooh! Flying Shrimp, can you find me on Google Earth? I live on M and 17 in Vedado, Havana.If I stick my head out of the window, could you see me now?....er, actually no, it's pitch black outside. I doubt it very much...
Duh, of course! Google Earth!In my enfeebled state, I thought our anonymous friend was some agent of a) incredible coincidence b) magic c) God. Or d) Birmingham.
Silly people, don't you realise that this postal code is that to which the Muffin Man moved, once he gave up his lease in Drury Lane?Or don't you know the Muffin Man, who (no longer) lives in Drury Lane? Hence the book with postal code at Oxfam, where the Muffin Man donated a lot of stuff that wouldn't fit into the car he'd hired to drive up to Birmingham.Sorry, I'm just an Anglophile with three kids and thus loads of exposure to nursery rhymes. If someone says Drury Lane, I can't help but think of the Muffin Man ditty.Feel better soon, Miss Jones.
Welcome and thanks, Bangkok Expat Mama. I am very much on the mend and excited again about all things food-related. Mmm, muffins...
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