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August 08, 2019



I read that book some time ago and found the premise quite wrong for that time; no-one would take it into their own head to defy a superior at the office and I agree with you about the language being wrong. One would 'telephone to' and at one point someone said 'abolutely' when meaning 'yes'. All in all the book irritated me for those reasons.

Your carpet is lovely!

Are you enjoying your Summer?


I forgot to say - I read Mary Corbet too; isn;t her work wonderful?


I love your rug! That turned out really nice. I used variegated thread for a miniature patchwork quilt once and it didn't work that well because the quilt squares were too small an area for the thread to change colors. What you've done is a great way to show the color variation.


Thanks, Emily! I don't know the statistics for DMC's variegated floss, but the Coloris's color changes "every 5 cm" make it very easy to get that "rag rug" effect! The slanted lines of this one give it a curiously modern look.


Oooh, I like that rug! I'm going to look into this thread for sure. :D

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  • "'Then I am the first,' cried Pullings with infinite satisfaction. 'Let me wish you and Mrs. Aubrey all the joy in the world.' He grasped Jack's limp, wondering hand, wrung it numb, and showed the printed page, reading aloud, '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son and heir,"' following the words with his finger.

    'Give it here,' said Jack. He grasped the magazine, sloped the page to the light and pored over it intently.

    '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son."

    'Well, I'll be damned. God bless me. Lord, Lord … upon my word and honour … I'll be damned to Hell and back again … strike me down. Killick, Killick, rouse out a bottle of champagne -- pass the word for the Doctor -- here, Killick, there's for you -- God love us all -- ha, ha, ha.'

    Killick took the handful of money, put it slowly into his pocket with a look of extreme suspicion and walked out of the cabin, his lips pursed in disapproval. Jack leapt from his seat, took several turns fore and aft, chuckling from time to time, his mind filled with mingled love, happiness, fulfilment, and a most piercing nostalgia."

    -- from The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian

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