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todayiamadaisy) wrote2016-12-20 04:46 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2016-12-20 04:46 pm
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A Prisoner in Paris
I 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.