January 2010
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“While writing in the summer, I used to wear nothing at all. I’d sit on the...”
– Jilly Cooper
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Calling the Kettle by Dennis O'Driscoll
No matter what news breaks,
it’s impossible to think straight
until the kettle has boiled.
The kettle with its metal back
strong enough to take the strain,
shoulders broad enough to cry on;
plump as the old grandmother
in her woollen layers of skirts
who is beyond surprise or shock,
who knows the value of allowing
tears to flow, of letting off steam,
of wetting...
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I’ve decided on my New Years resolution (only ten days later). I am going to throw out all of my old, sad knickers, and only ever wear nice ones, even to work, even to the gym, even to go see my Great Auntie Jean.
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I hate to become a parody of myself, but I have spent this evening drinking mint tea, eating sugared almonds, making a collage out of flowered paper, and sewing bunting. Now I am going to bed to read Gone With the Wind!
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