Ploughed *
Happy Birthday to meeeeeee. Yes, PEGASUS went off this morning.** Well, this afternoon. I started my birthday by going to bed late and getting up later, and then discovering there wasn’t enough petrol to get me to my voice lesson tomorrow, so hellhounds and I went farther afield than planned today to buy Wolfgang some fossil fuel. Then down to the mews for presents.
Given how cranky WordPress is about photos, I may have to have two entries tonight. If your monitor explodes, I’m very sorry.
My, my, my, what can it be. (Regular blog readers who keep notes will know immediately.)
Hellhounds being a part of the action. You’re sitting on the SOFA? GREAT. I have no idea what Chaos thinks he’s doing. Canine performance art possibly.
What do you think? Do we keep it?
Well, well, well, well, well. Fancy that. A music stand. Che Faro Senza Euridice? Note holding frelling fat perfect-bound frelling music book open.
Peter said to sing a nice long note that I had to open my mouth wide for. Oh Dio! Rispondi,
riSPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONDI.
Long enough?
I HAVE NO IDEA WHY WORDPRESS IS INSISTING ON PUTTING AN ENORMOUS GREAT DRANGLEFABBING GAP HERE–WHICH DOESN’T APPEAR ON THE ‘EDIT POST’ SCREEN–BUT I CAN’T FIGURE OUT A WAY TO MAKE IT GO AWAY. THIS IS THE ‘ADDING TEXT’ ATTEMPT.
Sigh. Well at least it fills it up a little
Okay. Onto part two. The acquiring leglessness part.
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* Sozzled, blotto, wasted, legless. Eh. Good thing about that taxi. I am such a cheap date. I get this way on less than half a half bottle of champagne.
** Better yet, it arrived.
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