Spring in the air.
(to which Freddie Threepwood, I think, asked, "Why should I?")
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
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'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
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I saw them blooming today, and thought of you.
And it's too hot already to spring anywhere:(
Shoo! Shoo!!
There's snow on the ground.
Not Freddie Threepwood, but one of George Mikhail's imperfectly Angilicized Hungarian immigrants in Fifties' London. They were also in the habit of asking the fruit-seller for a dozen "bloody oranges".
Ah, does this mean I get to be a spring baby? But do think I need more than a tree of gold to induce me to come out.
dipali: :-) thank you!
km: Soon there will be pictures of mangoes.
anon: bloody oranges sounds like something from a particularly gruesome holi.
toshi: you're protesting? you might not like the methods they use to induce you to come out - would a pungamaram tempt you?
Freddie!!
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