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April 14, 2006
A little Pooh...
So I'm back from Canada, still unable to speak (the cold developed into Laryngitis in the cold Rocky air), but feeling a little more chipper after 15 hours straight sleep. DJ Mikey is doing remarkably well considering they had peeled his shoulder open like a banana only 4 days ago and that he only got out of hospital on Wednesday. Photos to follow soon (nothing gory, only of his monster sling, known as 'the baby').
Just a quick note to say- despite the loss of voice, I was able to do a reading at Heather and Lawrie's wedding (held on the slopes at Norquay- truly. In thick snow), following some serious overdosing on anaesthetic throat lozenges and a sip of whiskey. Couldn't do the whole thing, unfortunately- too long and I was fading fast- but everyone seemed happy with my abridged version. Anyway, here's the whole thing, for a bit of childhood nostalgia:
'Us Two' by A.A.Milne (taken from the book 'When we were six')
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.
"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.
"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.
"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh.
Posted by scumkitten at April 14, 2006 03:41 PM
Comments
You get ill from travelling far too often. You need to stay at home more.
Posted by: glittrgirl at April 15, 2006 08:41 PM
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