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todayiamadaisy) wrote2012-05-29 09:52 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2012-05-29 09:52 pm
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Stars in My Heart
Here are some photos of the inside of hot air balloons. I love hot air balloons. I would like to live in one.
Also, here is an albino echidna, which is the cutest thing I've seen all day.
My mother was delighted when I spoke to her on the phone the other night. She said she was waiting for Downton Abbey to start the other day when she saw a promo for Dancing with the Stars. 'They're going to do a tribute to the Bee Gees!' she told me. 'Do you think it would be tactless to include Stayin' Alive?'
I said that would be a tribute to just Barry Gibb, surely, and she laughed and laughed and laughed.
I'm still reading Lady Audley's Secret. I'll report more when I finish part two, but today I came across a baffling concept. To set the scene, Robert Audley has taken custody of George Talboys' six-year-old son, and has asked him if he would like some lunch:
The boy burst out laughing.
'Lunch!' he cried. 'Why, it's afternoon, and I've had my dinner.'
Robert Audley felt himself brought to a standstill. What refreshment could he possibly provide for a boy who called it afternoon at three o'clock?
I'm with Georgy here. Three o'clock is smack bang in the middle of the afternoon as far as I'm concerned, so I don't understand what Robert thinks it is. Mid-morning? Then again, in the previous chapter Robert sat in his easy chair to smoke a pipe, then wheeled it to the other side of the room, which, I mean, what is that? A wheeled armchair? It is a strange world that Robert lives in, so I'm not surprised he doesn't know what an afternoon is.
Also, here is an albino echidna, which is the cutest thing I've seen all day.
My mother was delighted when I spoke to her on the phone the other night. She said she was waiting for Downton Abbey to start the other day when she saw a promo for Dancing with the Stars. 'They're going to do a tribute to the Bee Gees!' she told me. 'Do you think it would be tactless to include Stayin' Alive?'
I said that would be a tribute to just Barry Gibb, surely, and she laughed and laughed and laughed.
I'm still reading Lady Audley's Secret. I'll report more when I finish part two, but today I came across a baffling concept. To set the scene, Robert Audley has taken custody of George Talboys' six-year-old son, and has asked him if he would like some lunch:
The boy burst out laughing.
'Lunch!' he cried. 'Why, it's afternoon, and I've had my dinner.'
Robert Audley felt himself brought to a standstill. What refreshment could he possibly provide for a boy who called it afternoon at three o'clock?
I'm with Georgy here. Three o'clock is smack bang in the middle of the afternoon as far as I'm concerned, so I don't understand what Robert thinks it is. Mid-morning? Then again, in the previous chapter Robert sat in his easy chair to smoke a pipe, then wheeled it to the other side of the room, which, I mean, what is that? A wheeled armchair? It is a strange world that Robert lives in, so I'm not surprised he doesn't know what an afternoon is.