R's rue

Refugee Blues Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now. In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every spring it blossoms anew; Old passports can’t do that, my dear, old passports can’t do that. The consul banged the table and said: ‘If you’ve got no passport, you’re officially dead’; But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive. Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Asked me politely to return next year: But where shall we go today, my dear, but where shall we go today? Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said: ‘If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread’; He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me. Thought I heard the thund...

  My trip was lovely, despite the weather and a Big Brother Airbnb host. Such is life. I’m home and the weather is glorious.  Dorothy, as bulldogs have a want to do, is playing I love my home Diva and after a walk has taken herself off to sleep under my duvet with a contented sigh. Mary is sunbathing on the back of the trendy blue sofa. I have a day free today. I’m not planning anything more than pottering and cleaning and reading. Tomorrow I’m having lunch with Chic Eleanor “ Darling john I simply can’t wait” and Affable Despot Jason and I are going to the comedy club evening at Theatre Clwyd. Today it’s home. Mrs Trellis stopped as I was sorting logs out for the fire. She’s written to Putin about the war. The cost of stamps have gone up , she noted. 95 pence for a first class now Still good value we agreed. We were still chatting when the postman dropped off a parcel  In it was a lobster and a card which read simply “ The World Is Your Lobster”...

Who is that at the bottom of our staircase? It can't be can it? Yes it is! It's Elmer the Elephant.  In truth, Elmer the Elephant was the invention of British illustrator David McKee. Elmer is a patchwork elephant and the star of several children's books. He has also spawned a range of associated items - pencil cases, jigsaw puzzles, short animated films, cuddly toys, colouring pens etc.. On Thursday it was "World Book Day" at Phoebe's nursery. Though Phoebe had slept over at our house, her mama - who was down in London for two days - requested that we dress the little princess in the Elmer costume she had ordered. And here she is, almost fourteen months old now, and may I say, as delightful as ever, even if she does look slightly ridiculous in her Elmer costume:- from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/9FKQwTI