Wednesday, 25 March 2009

Where the Wild Things Are

The Guardian Reader started to edit his Jackanory reading of 'Where the Wild things Are' by Maurice Sendak this morning. Erbie and I woke at 5am today, ouch. Guardian reader was on the sofa, after a night on the tiles of Crouch End. Vats of tea for breakfast for the grown ups and banana porridge for small person. Then back to bed by 8am. I fell asleep too, for half an hour, so missed my shower window, oh well, only seeing Belle Mere today.

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Anon - after Larkin

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‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle