A Prisoner in Paris
Dec. 20th, 2016 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI came across a book of Christmas poetry today, which promises this:
In the tradition of Charles Dickens and Dylan Thomas, Tidings takes us on a journey into the heart of Christmas, showing us celebrations down the ages and across the globe – as dawn sweeps from East Australia to Bethlehem, from London to the Statue of Liberty in New York.
No. West Australia, that's a state. East Australia with a capital E, that's not a thing and it sounds wrong. Dawn would be sweeping the east coast, or eastern Australia. Get it right, blurb writers!
No knitting again this week. Instead, here's an article about a woman who knits with noodles. A scarf that's both warm *and* tasty.
In the tradition of Charles Dickens and Dylan Thomas, Tidings takes us on a journey into the heart of Christmas, showing us celebrations down the ages and across the globe – as dawn sweeps from East Australia to Bethlehem, from London to the Statue of Liberty in New York.
No. West Australia, that's a state. East Australia with a capital E, that's not a thing and it sounds wrong. Dawn would be sweeping the east coast, or eastern Australia. Get it right, blurb writers!
No knitting again this week. Instead, here's an article about a woman who knits with noodles. A scarf that's both warm *and* tasty.