>
> This could easily become a general discussion of "toilets I have known" if
> we weren't such a fastidious bunch on poetryetc.
Like fastidiously wiping with Le Figaro - the torn squares bunched and
hanging from a singular twine - in the Hotel de Bourgogne, Isle St. Louis,
January 1961, keeping one's feet - as it were - on the wet ceramic treads
angled, not quite parallel to the cher trou noir en bas(that's one dark
hole).
OK, that's enough! I stop, anyway.
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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> Mark
>
>
> At 08:24 PM 6/7/2005, you wrote:
>> Hi Randolph,
>>
>> It's winter down here but top temp is still 21 degrees (a light jacket
>> needed).
>>
>> I should be having fun in such sunshine, though our dams desperately need
>> rain
>> and Sydney is supposed to run out of water in, ooh say, 10 weeks (then what?
>> we drink our whiskey neat at all times?). But I have a 2 day meeting to run -
>> agendas, schedules and procedures.
>>
>> I'm also re-reading Ric Caddel's Magpie Words and am much moved by that.
>>
>> And some fol de rol with my family of fountain pens last night. Sometimes one
>> must talk sweetly with them and wash off all that ink afterwards.
>>
>> I am glad Robin's got to the bottom of the upstairs toilet situation.
>> However,
>> Mark Weiss strikes me as someone who would cope no matter what but
>> nevertheless would appreciate the welcoming gesture.
>>
>> Cheers,
>> Jill
>>
>>
>>> Hope everyone's enjoying themselves as it's very quiet here.
>>>
>>> best
>>>
>>> Randolph
>>>
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