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Jul. 25th, 2017 12:01 pm
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I had a Milda memory just now. We used to use the words "Persian kitten" to describe that moment when you feel like there's something you should be doing but have no idea at all what it is. Something like "at a loose end".

Since the mid 1970s there had been a commercial for toilet paper (https://youtu.be/V-rX6RpDT0U) on TV featuring fluffy white Persian kittens playing with toilet paper (meant to make you think warm, soft, and fluffy - not bitey with claws). One day M just plopped down on the bed and pawed their air and said "I feel like a Persian kitten with no toilet paper".

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Jul. 23rd, 2017 11:42 am
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Hemerocallis 'Gold Prize'; 0300
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Lilium 'Gold Class'; 0597
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Hemerocallis 'Persian Market'; 0402
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Jul. 23rd, 2017 02:29 pm
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So my old chum Aaron got married yesterday. I was best man, deputising for an unfortunately crocked Steve Asher, who is stuck Down Under and under doctor's orders not to travel. Aaron's whole family pitched up: the Hollywood crowd, consisting of his Dad, Laifun, Thomas, and Alexandra, who was there with her Bulgarian Fiancé, as well as Kate and Josh, Aaron's other siblings from Ted's first marriage.

Aaron married a distant cousin of mine so I was on both sides of the aisle, so to speak.
no dramas at the church; a sold C of E service of the traditional kind.
The reception was held at Aaron's house. Which is an 1890's large family house. Two staircases, bultler's pantry etc. Marquee on the croquet lawn. The wedding band did the gig, so I was on double duty and didn't get off my feet until 2.30am. Fuck-up over money so Aaron and I had to empty a local cashpoint to pay the band. Bit angry with the boss of the wedding band over that one. Never mind. Apperently Alexandra's upcoming nuptials are big news in Bulgaria. She's a very good-looking lass I suppose, and Ted Kotcheff is quite well known in Bulgaria, having some cultural significance and originally hailing from there. Mr K senior is looking a bit frailer than when I last saw him. Young Thomas is taking care of him adroitly. I like Thomas. Apart from the fact he's an exceptional musician and composer, he's also a nice guy. Mr K senior's second family are as cool as the first. First met Thomas at a UK premier of one of his compositions a few years ago. After the band packed up he played half an hour of flawless and beautiful Debussy in the parlour as antidote to the '60's and '70's soul, disco, and pop music that are the standard fare of the wedding band.

However the real stunner yesterday was Celine, who looked unbelievably beautiful. Good on Aaron, making an honest women out of her even if you had to drag her to the altar kicking and screaming... which you didn't, of course, but it still took you fifteen years and two kids to get around to doing it.

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Jul. 17th, 2017 03:00 pm
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M Morgan aka Milda Marjama; 9796
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Jul. 16th, 2017 11:22 am
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Hemerocallis 'Kachina Dancer'; 0220
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Jul. 15th, 2017 01:14 pm
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Crow and the Birds
 
When the eagle soared clear through a dawn distilling of emerald
When the curlew trawled in seadusk through a chime of wineglasses
When the swallow swooped through a woman's song in a cavern
And the swift flicked through the breath of a violet
 
When the owl sailed clear of tomorrow's conscience
And the sparrow preened himself of yesterday's promise
And the heron laboured clear of the Bessemer upglare
And the bluetit zipped clear of lace panties
And the woodpecker drummed clear of the rotovator and the rose-farm
And the peewit tumbled clear of the laundromat
 
While the bullfinch plumped in the apple bud
And the goldfinch bulbed in the sun
And the wryneck crooked in the moon
And the dipper peered from the dewball
 
Crow spraddled head-down in the beach-garbage, guzzling a dropped ice-cream.
 
Ted Hughes, 1971
 

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