Dear Diary,
A melancholy day.
I feigned fatigue to extricate myself from attending Chapel and have remained much of the day confined to my room. Ned brought up a lunch of cold chicken and found me listless upon my bed.
"Cheer up," he said "It could be worse. I have heard that Gustav fella is causing trouble elsewhere. At least you are no longer in his sights."
"I do not know what is wrong with me, " I whined, "I feel so deflated. I cannot put my finger on it."
"Well, try, " he said, "If ever I feel down I find putting my fingers on it always cheers me up."
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
6 comments:
Dear Wayne,
See just as I told you, always wise and sound advice from Ned. That always cheers me up too.
Yours,
(cheered to the point of ecstasy)
B.
I wondering... where is your shout box widget? haha... it's okay I can say hello from here.. have a nice day
jeje...
a mi tambien me animan esos deditos...
jejeje...
esta muy lindo el estilo de tu blog
me gusta ese estilo clasico
bueno loco
nos vemos, see you next.
bye bye.
I find that cold chicken is so much more preferable to warm fish....
Fondly,
Midge.
Hello Wayne,
I adored her diary and I was also happy with her visit in our blog of films...
... I hope to maintain contact with you.
Forgive my poor English... But I believe that communication exists.
Thank you again for the visit.
My dear distant friend,
I believe communication (of a fashion) exists also.
Yours communicatively,
Wayne Austen
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