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*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]
blogorrhoea n online manifestation of the above
2010 update: In honour of the New Year, I've decided to have a crack at a 3BT blog. For an explanation of 3BT, visit Clare's original Three Beautiful Things site
Monday, June 29, 2009
A couple of years ago my sister-in-law sent me, from Geneva, a small, brightly-painted wooden bird that twitters when shaken. It sits on the windowsill above our bed and can sometimes be heard, from the living room, tweeting away on its own. Perhaps a train running along the tracks deep below our house? Or a very gentle earthquake?
saturday nite haiku
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Parenthood, these days,
equals Real Life in relays
(if there's two of you).
ship to kenya
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The girls try out a crate for size at Wellington Zoo a few weeks ago
Family portrait
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Taken by my sister Ruth during her visit to Wellie with Danny and gorgeous 14-month-old Molly.
is she an adenoid?
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Proof that I am, after all, turning into my mother: the last two lines of Jack's 3 June blogpost.