A very good friend of mine has just moved house. She's rather stylish, so I thought I would combine new-house and Christmas and buy her something special.
Today, I wend to Liberty (of London) to buy her a cushion for her new sofa. They were all very beautiful but none was really many pennies below one hundred pounds!
I looked, and looked again, but magic didn't happen; the prices remained outragious; so I bought her a coffee mug, which was one of very few things I could afford there this Christmas.
The place, as always, was breath-takingly beautiful!
Carnaby Street! Every time I see its lights, I remember one particular Christmas, when my daughter was four years old.
When our children were young, we used to take them to see the lights every year and they loved it. This particular year, after seeing the lights, we decided to do a little silly shopping in Carnaby Street. In one shop, my daughter took a shine to a huge basket with all sorts of unrecognisable knitted things, most of which had a helpful label attached, telling you what the article was.
My daughter could read quite well, so she picked up one thing after another and read aloud the description to us. Suddenly, she came across a non-descript something and she read: "willy warmer!" Several people turned their heads to look and started laughing. As she had never seen one before, she wasn't quite sure the description was right, so she kept asking him, "Is it, daddy? Really, daddy, is it?"
Needless to say, daddy had turned beetroot colour! Mercifully, the shop-keeper came and reassured her that it was!
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Here is a solution to the arguments over bordes:
No borders witin the UK, Artemis!
I'm joining the march, t-shirt, banners and all. Mrs T will be my largest banner:
Well, if you take your Mrs T, I'll take my Queen!
See you there!
I think someone should remind Mrs May that once upon a time she was able to think of the WHOLE country:
A very good friend of mine has just moved house. She's rather stylish, so I thought I would combine new-house and Christmas and buy her something special.
Today, I wend to Liberty (of London) to buy her a cushion for her new sofa. They were all very beautiful but none was really many pennies below one hundred pounds!
I looked, and looked again, but magic didn't happen; the prices remained outragious; so I bought her a coffee mug, which was one of very few things I could afford there this Christmas.
The place, as always, was breath-takingly beautiful!
An example of where less is more IMO.
We went to see some of the lights yesterday. The place looks amazing!
Carnaby Street! Every time I see its lights, I remember one particular Christmas, when my daughter was four years old.
When our children were young, we used to take them to see the lights every year and they loved it. This particular year, after seeing the lights, we decided to do a little silly shopping in Carnaby Street. In one shop, my daughter took a shine to a huge basket with all sorts of unrecognisable knitted things, most of which had a helpful label attached, telling you what the article was.
My daughter could read quite well, so she picked up one thing after another and read aloud the description to us. Suddenly, she came across a non-descript something and she read: "willy warmer!" Several people turned their heads to look and started laughing. As she had never seen one before, she wasn't quite sure the description was right, so she kept asking him, "Is it, daddy? Really, daddy, is it?"
Needless to say, daddy had turned beetroot colour! Mercifully, the shop-keeper came and reassured her that it was!
I think you're right!
"I looked, and looked again, but magic didn't happen; the prices remained outragious;"
And the spelling almost as outrageous as the prices!