Sunday 10 June 2007
Sunday.
Been a good week generally. Went to an 85th birthday party at our local coffee bar on Monday morning. Great fun. Coral ( the birthday girl) is a very bright old lady, a botanical illustrator and a keen cross word puzzler. We found we knew most of the other guests. The invitation was for coffee and nibbles, 10.30 to 12 noon. The nibbles were of such good quality (and quantity, plus a birthday cake) that when the birthday party broke up at about 1.30 pm. we decided that in fact we had had a pretty good lunch. Afternoon not so good, because I went to dentist to fix a broken, but complete, tooth. He pinned it back in situ but said if, or rather when, it went again, he would have to crown it. On Wednesday attended antique fair at Long Melford. Collected a small oak chest Ann had bought from Thor Schotte a few days previously. Thursday a musical day. Lunchtime concert in Church given by our town orchestra, very good stuff, and well played. Then in the evening we motored across to Newmarket, had supper at six pm with the Littlejohns, then the four of us went on to Swaffham Bullbeck to see a performance of H.M.S. Pinafore in a barn. Quite up to their usual very high standards, and the scenery was so good that it would have been easy to imagine it was sung on the maindeck of a man of war. Orchestra, if anything, even better than usual. Took the Littlejohns back to Newmarket where Sandy pressed us 'to come in and join them in a drop of something'. Regretfully declined on the grounds that it had already been a very long day, and anyway one of us would have to drive home. Altogether a very enjoyable evening. Got home just after 11 pm. Slept well. Saturday David finished off our new garden (pro tem- more to be done when potting shed is ready for instalation). He stayed on nearly two hours longer than usual, wouldn't take anything extra for it, so I gave him a bottle of home made sloe gin. Scrabble as usual in afternoon. This afternoon 19 'hidden gardens' in our town were thrown open to the public for the benefit of the church. Managed to walk round about half of them. All lovely; some I'd never susected the existence of; ranging from tiny (some even smaller than ours) to a couple of acres or so. Picked up lots of ideas for our new garden. Mild evening so had supper in the garden. And so to bed.
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If one enters ones potting shed, does one got to pot?
Oh Pooh! What I meant was:
If one enters ones (should there be an apostrophe there?) potting shed, does one go to pot?
Yes, before the s.
I meant of course, that an apostrophe goes before the s : thus :- 'one's'; not that one goes to pot before the s. Far too much punctuation around the middle of this epistle. I hope that makes it clearer than it sounds having read it again. Tell you what, do it your way, it's likely to be clearer. Much love, your erstwhile mentor, and venerable progenitor, Mike. Blow ! forgotten that anonimity bit.
One's POTential for going to POT is significantly increased by omitting the aPOsTrophe of possesion.
Pretty Potty What?
(in a non-ceramic sort of way my old china.)
Which is rhyming cockney slang - china plate (the plate being omitted as the rhyming word invariably is) = mate.
Hmm. I know where I am, I just don't know how I arrived here from where I started? I'll (this is an apostrophe of omission instead of possesion)stop commenting now in case I end up somewhere else without a return ticket.
Most educational, thank you, my old china's.
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