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pinch punch

yadda yadda

(you've heard it all before)

I love the way the French say

/ʒɥi.jɛ/

(the first syllable is the same as the Z sound in treasure, then there's a we sound, then there's a yeay! sound) (Z-we-yeay) (or try this)

no pinches or punches today. . . instead it's

a party! to celebrate the one celeb I want to be when I grow up

Joanna Lumley
(it's her birthday today, don'tchaknow)

aka Patsy Stone
from the absolutely fabulous Absolutely Fabulous. . .
even The Pet Shop Boys think that Eddie and Patsy are
ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS
so it must be true!

this is not an April fool. . .

. . .pinch punch, nonetheless

pinch, punch

etc etc

(well, you try finding an interesting image from Mrs Google to illustrate today)

POST SCRIPT:

(well, you try google imaging "interesting picture of Dave" and see what you come up with)

"February was named after the Latin term februum, which means "purification", via the purification ritual februa held on February 15 in the old Roman calendar; January and February were the last two months to be added to the Roman calendar, since the Romans originally considered winter a monthless period"

one purification ritual I carry out frequently is washing my hands (not so frequently that I'm obsessive about it, you'll be pleased to know), so here's my favourite bar of soap - so favourite in fact that I've never actually used it. . .
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and as for winter being "monthless" well that doesn't make much sense to me as what season is monthful? here on the south side of the Thames we've woken to a fall of snow - very light, but snow nonetheless; it's still winter

do you have something
so favourite, so special
that you don't use it?

there's no avoiding it

the season is upon us

but I won't be harping on about it for a while yet, you'll be pleased to know - there are other things to attend to in the meantime

(from Tatler magazine, 1st December a century ago)
(nothing much changes, does it)

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right! things to do, people; places to go. . . my mother used to say to me "he's gone to see a man about a dog" when someone was off in a kind of secretive fashion

(but I haven't gone and have no secrets)

have a productive day

pinch punch. . .

pinch punch

yes, yes, yes, you're nodding; also thinking "how time flies! where did the year go! I can't believe it's October already!" - do you think it's an age thing? does time seem to pass faster the more years we've experienced. . .

the leaves will be falling off the trees and the branches will be bare before we know it (this doesn't apply to those of you in the Southern Hemispiere, obviously) and for the rest of us, the trees will soon be looking like these:

and other things will be falling off the trees too: conkers!

(not where I live, there aren't many trees - more's the pity - perhaps I'll take a walk to the park later)

and there's only one decent thing to do with a conker, isn't there

do you think, however many years have passed, that I'm too old for conkers? actually, thinking about it, however old I am, conkers isn't a game for one, is it. . .

happy first of October, people,
happy first