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08 January 2010

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I have much sympathy for your local farmers. Lots of city folk haven't a clue what it's like living in the countrys. I did see one article on the Guardian website about the potential loss of a million sheep, a really distressing thought. Meanwhile here in Tower Hamlets, schools are getting calls from parents whose children "can't get to school" because they are "snowed in" or "it's too cold". Balderdash (well, worse actually, but I'm trying to give up swearing).

Ooh, I think I'll order some of those socks for OH! He gets terribly cold feet. Thanks for the link!

I feel for the farmers, too. I heard on the news that one had had to throw away about 18 milkings because the tanker couldn't get through - what a terrible waste! The poor farmer has to keep spending the time and money on milking only to tip it down the drain! I'm glad the lorry made it down your way.

A week on, I can attest to the brilliant on-foot qualities of the Corrymoors.

Your new socks looks both pretty and comfy. I am a fan of special socks, too. The woodpecker visitor is quite splashy.
Hello and keep warm,
Terra

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    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
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    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
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    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
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    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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