When I was a morris dancer I would dance at dawn
on Newcastle’s Town Moor. A couple of times I I persuaded Thunderthighs to come with me. Thanks to facebook timehop here’s what
happened in 2009.
Got up at 3.45, got Thunderthighs
up, got coffee/gingernuts/juice and then got out to Town Moor to dance at dawn.
Lovely red sunrise, real "Rosy fingered dawn has thrown the stone that
puts the night to flight" (the Obayat of Omar Kayaam for the
non-cognoscenti)
I’m not as erudite as I think I am.
"Rosy-fingered Dawn" is an epithet from Homer's Odyssey not the
Rubaiyat of Omar Kayaam.
Miss Fiddle - I wouldn't know -
I'm even less erudite!
Bentonbag - I googled
Ms Exlibris - I don't even know what erudite means
Bentonbag - … and you a trained
librarian ...
Ms Exlibris - I only put the books
on the shelf I don't read them!
Bentonbag - Do you get stamper's
wrist like Phil did?
Ms Exlibris - Not any more, computers put paid to that but certainly
used to. Do you think there is a condition called Librarians wrist?
Bentonbag - If there's Housemaid's Knee, Tennis Elbow and Jogger's
Nipple there certainly should be.
I’ve been
wearing a dress today in honour of May Day, but am now going to change into
trousers and do some gardening before it rains.
I’ve just
had a shouting match with Fester.
Me
downstairs trying to ascertain whether Felix is in or out.
Him
upstairs thinking I was referring to Ferretfingers.
Culminating
in him bellowing
"What's
he doing out?"
and me
screaming
"He's
a bloody cat”
So like the homelife of our own dear Queen ...
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