Imust apologise for my absence, I have been overwhelmed by requests for my calligraphy mentoring service and I now have a wide variety of people trapped in my attic eating gruel and sucking on nibs. To be honest I am fed up with the whole thing. They are making an inordinate amount of noise and I suspect that one of these various people is a dance teacher, such is the thumping. Or perhaps they are trying to escape, who knows?
I am writing this post to pledge a promise in response to those who have sent me emails pleading for an update on Charmaine’s calligraphy progress [you know who you are], and I hereby promise to show up at this screen every Wednesday and publish something… anything. Even if I am away on my yacht in the middle of the Med, or up to my elbows in hospital grade rubber sheeting, I promise to provide a discourse of some description. Next week I will publish Charmaine’s first marks with a Mitchell nib; I will ponder the Eurovision Song Contest, and I will have clean toilets throughout the house – yes, some of those calligraphy students need to learn some basic cleaning skills.
Because I have yet to figure out how to upload pictures on my new laptop, which I received on my 100th birthday the Monday before last, here is a Youtube featuring a tune wot I quite like….
Until next Wednesday, may all your pickles be edible.
Wonky Words 
I wouldn’t know a Mitchell nib from a Gherkin. Are foreign exchange students accepted? Or at least a calligraphy correspondent course?
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A gherkin is a fine sort of pickle…. whereas a Mitchell nib is something you can get in a pickle with. I hope this is clear?
Meanwhile, I am getting one of my psychic vibes that you are not convinced by my promise, Mr Lax???? !!!
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Oh, mais non! I have already programmed my alarm clock to ring at 05:00 every Wednesday morning so as to be first in line with comments! Gullibility is one of my strong points, btw!
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Mitchell Nib is my wife’s drag name.
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I am really going to try. I can’t believe how long ago my previous post was. I am making a commitment 🙂
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Oh, I forgot to give you my drag name, Monsieur Pain – it is Copperplate Downstroke.
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I hope it’s not a dance teacher. Has it come to that? Do you have to teach a dance teacher? That sound awful.
Careful about making promises. Your credibility tips in the balance.
Did we miss your birthday? That’s awful. You should have told us earlier. Happy, etc.!
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I think one of my regrets is my lack of promises… oh dear profundity does not suit me!
Yes. I missed my birthday too as I was laid low with an attack of the sneezes. It is fine, there was cake – a large chocolate affair with plenty of room for the candles.
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Belated Bless you’s…
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Thank You, Princess!
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Oh! I’m quite overwhelmed now.I didn’t know about the birthday, so don’t feel I ought to apologise for missing it.But,as I miss birthdays all over the place, can I get in now with next year’s happy apology?
Did you know that Australia is now involved in that silly Song Contest? All that work Mr. Flinders and Mr.Cook did to show that Terra Australis is nowhere near Europe and these daft arses have mucked it all up…
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I am also rubbish at birthdays – mine and others!!
Australia being invited to the Eurovision is a cunning ruse. Obviously they will win, meaning that they will have to host next year’s contest, at great expense… and the Europeans can have a jolly jaunt down under. Win, win!!!
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Your letter from Her Mage celebrating your 100th is in the post. It’s late as she can only afford second class stamps these days… I’ve always wondered what it might be like to lick the back of your own head!
I’ve also been wondering if your hoard of potential calligraphic students were not merely the local Morris Dancing troupe seeking a rehearsal space… nevertheless…. It is worrisome that Charmaine now has so much to distract her from her studies
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Morris Dancers???!!! Good heavens… or perhaps it’s those cursed Mogwash Mimers… or a collection of Morris Minors… Or perhaps the Queen has taken roost up there??? This would explain the yapping.
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As to the euroVision thingy. We are sending our most highly qualified singing optometrist from Down Under! I believe he has his eyes on the prize….
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Australia to win!!!! See above for my reasons why.
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I like my pickles dill and edible. Now you have me wondering what do you offer your attic students for lunch?
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Lunch??? What do you mean, Bill??? What is this Lunch of which you speak???
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Hmm – is it the law of your land that tea time always be provided?
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Thank you for giving my week a much needed structure. And pictures of you on your yacht in the Mediterranean are very welcome !
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Indeed, Mr Mags! This is what we both need – a structure of some description…. perhaps a sculpture garden…. or a new bird bath… something solid, reliable and user friendly.
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PS: My drag name would be Don “The Snake” Prudhomme.
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That sounds like a funny car, Mr Lax 🙂
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Where did you get it from ? Is there an app for this ?
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Mr Mags, we shall design an app for this!
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Regular posting is a great promise to make, but we all know that real life, whatever that is,,, can get in the way of the best planned agenda. still, I will be wobbling over here on Wednesday.
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She has a new laptop and she wants to use it – there is a chance …
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Mr Ducks, I am already imagining next Wednesday’s post! What is this real life of which you speak?
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If there is room for a retired opera singer in your class count me in. Unfortunately I’m totally broke, but I’m very good a baking. And I raise silkworms too. They do eat a lot of lettuce.
Do you grow lettuce in your garden, Ms Scralet?
Tea biscuit, anyone?
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Jon!!! Yes! A retired opera singer sounds like a wonderful proposition, especially if he knows his way around floury baps.
Carrots. I grow carrots. So maybe I could get some rabbits?
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I hope your attic floor is waterproof? All those people eating gruel while dancing and practising calligraphy is just a recipe for disaster! Or is that where the hospital-grade rubber sheeting comes in?
Anyway, a thousand apologies for misplacing your birthday. I hope it was spendid despite the sneezes.
Oh, and thanks for sharing The Temples – I’ve listened to them three times now and am on the verge of dancing (possibly dad-like). Don’t look!
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Oh, Mr Devine! Apologies, I have missed you out!
No worries, I had a splendid birthday when I recovered, and I now have enough hospital grade rubber sheeting to last me until next September. Always a worry.
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[looks for promised weekly Wednesday post]
[crickets]
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Ssshhhhh…. I am writing it as fast as I can…..
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Having photo issues at the minute.
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It is done, Mr Lax!!! Amazeballs!!! I writ it.
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