Dribs And Drabs
Oct. 23rd, 2024 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo I planted all my daffodil bulbs. Now I'm waiting for the next consignment.
There was a ghost in my dreams which was covered in some sort of scaly, flaky material- like porridge oats. It had a woman sitting on its knee, like a ventriloquist's dummy. "Who's that?" I asked. "My sister," it said.
I finished The Lily in the Valley, my favourite Balzac. Next up is They Were Defeated- Rose Macaulay's only historical novel- of which I retain fond memories.
Last week we took Edna and Miriam to the recycling centre shop. This week we're taking Elisa....
There was a ghost in my dreams which was covered in some sort of scaly, flaky material- like porridge oats. It had a woman sitting on its knee, like a ventriloquist's dummy. "Who's that?" I asked. "My sister," it said.
I finished The Lily in the Valley, my favourite Balzac. Next up is They Were Defeated- Rose Macaulay's only historical novel- of which I retain fond memories.
Last week we took Edna and Miriam to the recycling centre shop. This week we're taking Elisa....
