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I passed out around midnight and was only woken at eight by the movers banging on the door and the loud crashes of thunder.
I flung open the shutters and was knocked back by the force of […]
Honey, can youse take out the trash?
I even sorted my crap: plastic with plastic, paper with paper, oozing sticky fluids with noxious defrosting fish.
Three carloads up and down the drive and it was done.
A little bit of Al Green, then I’m done too.
But go already!
Yeah, yeah, I’m not gone yet. Like Peter Seller’s Indian trumpet player, I keep popping up when I should lie down and keep quiet. I’m waiting for the authorization from Paris that we can ship our stuff. Apparently, it takes several days to fax the form from one department to the other, even […]
The packers arrived at 8:00 and I had to tell them to wait. We still had no quote for the shipment and therefore had no idea of the cost. Imagine … we write them a blank cheque, they take all our stuff and hold it as ransom until we pay whatever they ask!
The quote arrived […]
Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
Currently resident in Dakar, Senegal.
Stet means "Let it stand" and is used by editors to indicate that the original text should be left untouched.
...in Arcadia ego is a pun on a painting by Poussin.
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