as, item, one drain, extremely blocked; item, one back tooth, newly crowned with gold; item, first draft of essay, exceeding rubbish; item, some brains, withered all...
Ah yes, the one period feature of a period house above all others, without which life would run so much more smoothly, must be the dodgy drains.
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steepholm was here for a long weekend, and on Saturday we made the trek over to dorianegray 's and taliesinn 's, and saw their shiny new kitchen, which is truly lovely. Not that that was the sole reason for said trek of course! Much good chat, as evidenced by the fact that we lost track of time and consequently ended up back home at around 9, hungry and with no planned meal - to find that everybody's favourite Thai restaurant in easy walking distance had closed. Much family woe (some by text from the daughters), somewhat assuaged by the discovery of an even closer-to-home Thai restaurant, which had been there since the last millennium (at least), if unnoticed, and also good, as it turned out.
We bought several new (children's/YA) books - most of them gone back with steepholm, though my resistance to temptation of the bookly sort appears unbreachably sound right now. These are for research purposes only. Of course. The reviews of books will start flowing again after August 18th or so, but for now (possibly indented, and if so, it's thanks to taliesinn's help), I'll share a review of An Old-Fashioned Girl, from the 14 April 1870 ed. of The Advance, steepholm also having brought me the fascinating Louisa May Alcott: The Contemporary Reviews.
Such a 'What kind of drugs were you on' review that is, with its "self-helpful ways", misrepresentation concerning the ballot, (for which Polly may not pine, but which she and her friends claim to have already earned), the oddly disturbing straining reader and the total spoiler of the last line. There may be more gems quoted, as many are highly entertaining!
Ah yes, the one period feature of a period house above all others, without which life would run so much more smoothly, must be the dodgy drains.
But on to matters less noxious....
steepholm was here for a long weekend, and on Saturday we made the trek over to dorianegray 's and taliesinn 's, and saw their shiny new kitchen, which is truly lovely. Not that that was the sole reason for said trek of course! Much good chat, as evidenced by the fact that we lost track of time and consequently ended up back home at around 9, hungry and with no planned meal - to find that everybody's favourite Thai restaurant in easy walking distance had closed. Much family woe (some by text from the daughters), somewhat assuaged by the discovery of an even closer-to-home Thai restaurant, which had been there since the last millennium (at least), if unnoticed, and also good, as it turned out. We bought several new (children's/YA) books - most of them gone back with steepholm, though my resistance to temptation of the bookly sort appears unbreachably sound right now. These are for research purposes only. Of course. The reviews of books will start flowing again after August 18th or so, but for now (possibly indented, and if so, it's thanks to taliesinn's help), I'll share a review of An Old-Fashioned Girl, from the 14 April 1870 ed. of The Advance, steepholm also having brought me the fascinating Louisa May Alcott: The Contemporary Reviews.
Notwithstanding her self-reliant and self-helpful ways, the old-fashioned girl does not aspire to the platform nor pine for the ballot, but remembers that wife-hood and mother-hood are after all the sphere of woman's greatest influence, independence and happiness. She accordingly falls in love in a charmingly ridiculous manner with a harum-scarum fellow totally unlike herself, and passes out of the reader's straining sight, in the closing chapter, as plain Mrs. [Spoiler].
Such a 'What kind of drugs were you on' review that is, with its "self-helpful ways", misrepresentation concerning the ballot, (for which Polly may not pine, but which she and her friends claim to have already earned), the oddly disturbing straining reader and the total spoiler of the last line. There may be more gems quoted, as many are highly entertaining!
