Yoo-hoo! I've run the veggie jacuzzi,
Vinny, the one that
Robinia gave us! Vinny! It's alright with her! Vinny! Vinny!
Viiiinny! Oh alright then, suit yourself, you stubborn man, go ahead and use it as a coal bunker instead, see if your little buddy turns up again
one place or another.
Honest to god,
Jude, somebody ought to write a comedy series about you and all your handy men. The plumber put his foot through your ceiling?? Sometimes I wonder if I'm getting things wrong due to confusion of languages. But then, if this is
your gardener...
I've been meaning to tell you about my new glasses. They're on that photo with the kitten - very no-nonsense-I'm-a-street-smart-architect (only, I'm not), wouldn't you say. That's how I felt, anyway, when I grabbed the frames at the optician's. There I was, prancing in front of the mirror, when I heard the optician say: ...and aren't the rhinestones just the thing!
The
rhinestones!! Turns out the rims of the sides are studded with no less than twenty-eight rhinestones altogether but I swear I didn't see them when I went for the frames to try them on. Did you notice them at all,
Neti? "Did you notice the twenty-eight rhinestones" may strike the rest of yous as a funny question, but I think they're subtle... like a string of glistening dew drops, really... One of my friends calls them Dame Edna light, but you know it ain't what they call you
it's what you answer to...
Back a little later to answer your Facebook question,
Neti. Love your statues,
Robinia - the beehive man and the lady with the rose both - but oi, my computer glasses are Burberry!