Someone, a remainer, said they were so pissed with the Prime Minister’s obduracy that they’d now accept a quick Brexit, if it just ends the current drama.
All that I’ve been thinking of since are two of my favourite lines from a poem…
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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.. I really, really love
It’s been a struggle, but happy to be back in the 70s again :)
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All I wanted was a cuppa of plain old Assam tea :(
… you’re always sort of nervous to get emails from people you want to get emails from …
— Alyssa Mastromonaco, in ‘Who thought this was a good idea?’
I love the Sun.
I love snow.
Sun is shining hard, melting away last night’s snow.
Me: Cutie pie! Cutie pie! Cutie pie!
Chewie: Why do you keep calling me Pai? I’m not a Malayali.
Me: I mean bhai, spoken like a Punjabi. Not Pai, like a Mallu.
Chewie: Oh.. well, then it’s fine. We are bros, alright.
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Super productive morning! Dada is a happy boy :)
Now to head downstairs to stretch with the little black boy, then head out for the run.
Happy, happy :D
“Un batiburrillo de gente.”
A real mix/hodgepodge of people.
“Menudo batiburrillo de cosas que hay en esta caja: Cables, lápices, pilas, llaves…”
What a mix/hodgepodge of things we have in this draw, cables, pencils, batteries, keys…
I love this word :)
Discovery, and quotes, courtesy of Ben y Marina.