Jubilate!

I've discovered Photoshop!  Remember those Norma Lu Meehan cut out dolls?  Turns out they were a collector's item..  And there I was, setting about them with the scissors.. Oh well.  Life's too short.
Which sensible soul dragged me away from the Cancer Research shop's window display last week?  Well, tough:  you weren't there today, were you?  I now have Wimoweh, and The Leaving of Liverpool...
Not to mention 'Knock three Times...
.. and Baby I'm A Want You  ...  Let your Love Go
.. Give me Back My Heart...
To Sir with Love...
I used to belong to Dean-o's fan club, you know.  Maybe I shouldn't share such revelations..
.. the Streets of London....  and Mrs Adam's Angels...  Yes, yes, I know I could have bought them all on i-tunes.  But this way is so much cheaper, and more fun, and I get the joy of the cover artwork.
Fairies knitting at the bottom of my garden...
I slept in (could it have been the booze?  Thank you S~S), but not too late to catch the dew, or to see Nursey first appointment.
Lavender dandruff in my lounge;  but S~S mastered the lavender corn dolly.
How exactly do I change the sheets with you sleeping there?
Nursey has put micropore on my prescription, saved me a couple of quid.  And I'm trying Vitamin E and iron (for my feeble skin, and the anaemic breathlessness), and antihistamines for the skin reaction to any sort of covering now.

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And one further Oxfam indulgence, 'Fate has been kind', the memoirs of The Rt Hon Pethick Lawrence PC.  What a life,  two world wars, an Eton childhood to the last days of the Raj, to imprisonment for supporting the suffragettes, to bankruptcy (including forfeiture of his club membership, a cruel blow) to Parliament and poetry writing.  How come I'd never heard of him?  

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Sunniest of days.  I'm getting out there.