Somewhat dubiously I offered Zeb the bowl with your names all folded up. He sat, he waited and on the word ” OK’, he dived into the bowl and came out with a name which he took back to bed. He doesn’t wake up properly till midday.
Drfugawe let me have your address, you can use the contact form in the menu bar, and I will send you the Fiori! Congratulations!
PS Just tried to lighten up the photos and seem to have got doubles in the slide show. Will try to fix later.
On the way to my Dad's old house
I am avoiding doing the things I should be doing. That means I am not even doing the things that I could be doing for fun, like baking, because I should be doing something else. So I am just extending the avoiding a little longer, by looking through my photographs…
I am getting quite fond of Twitter.
At first I didn’t get it. It seemed like a mad party which I had gate-crashed, it still feels like that sometimes.
But then there are these moments of pure joy when you see the messages stacked in this glorious, random cascading shower of humanity. It reminds me of a UK Le Guin story where the problem of the timelag between the stars is cracked. Just keep on talking and eventually all the information will get through; don’t bother to wait for an answer, just keep talking.
I love the juxtapositions particularly. Just now, these two Tweets made me smile with happiness, can’t quite explain it… I’ve always wanted to know how to fold fitted sheets I guess and the Dalai Lama’s Tweets make so much sense!
Do you find knowledge comes from surprising sources these days?
Zeb Bakes 