...was dozy this morning having thought I could sit up all night drawing and still rise with the lark.
Rescued from my bewildered and foggy state by Pam and Janie who gave me lunch half way up the mountain in their brill garden. Nourished and restored and delighted with their company, I tottered home and erm, fell asleep.
Woke up in time for dinner at the Créperie with Jill and Tony, Sian and Margaret. Sadly, forgot to photograph them. A real pity as all are on very good form - and look it.
Tonights theme began at Pam and Janies table with the subject of limericks. We all know some. Pam is a poet and finds them offensive, believing the form essentially masculine. Written by blokes for blokes at the cost of female dignity, often. I offered the challenge of writing one to the women of the dinner table and we speedily discovered that the rythm of the form leant itself to its usual characteristics, so Pam may be right. Jury still out and considering other poetic forms for bias. Talk of a Tilling Women's Limerick competition came to nothing as we couldn't establish an acronym.
Lovely day!! Thanks all, dear hearts.
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