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21 May

 

Tilly

Tilly (Photo credit: Stuart L Ruffell)

I haven’t been around the blogosphere much these last few days.  I haven’t visited many blogs, or even my own – comments have been left  unanswered, unapproved, unspammed.  Having a life outside of blogging is really irritating sometimes because it gets in the way of my real world.

tilly

tilly (Photo credit: ParsnipSoup)

 

Time I would normally have given to you was spent on my poetry blog this week.  Here’s a snippet from last Monday’s post (apologies to those of you who have already seen it):

…on 12 May it was the 200th anniversary of Edward Lear’s birth. I adore his poems and he has been an influence on my writing […] I have decided to hold my own event to celebrate, and you can expect a nonsense poem a day for the next week, written by me, not Mr Lear.

And here’s a snippet from yesterday’s post, when I wound up the celebration:

I have a confession to make and I’ve been putting it off.

You know how I’ve been celebrating Edward Lear and his nonsense poems all week, by posting nonsense poems of my own? I made the first post on Monday and then I had one of those middle-of-the-night moments when you sit up in bed and shout, ‘Oh no!’

I had suddenly realised that when I read it was Edward Lear’s 200th birthday, what my brain heard was ‘Hillaire Belloc’, who wrote those wonderful cautionary tales of naughty children and was the actual influence on my own writing, not Edward Lear.

What a delicious irony: my posts have all been nonsense, because I have been celebrating the wrong poet.

Once the shame fades, I will try to catch up with your blogs and comments, but please accept my apology if I don’t get to you straight away: I am going to work backwards down my email inbox because I tend to miss things otherwise.

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Tilly

Tilly (Photo credit: Digitalorthodoxy)

I found a great typo this morning in an article I read; the author was discussing slugs in her garden:

…I saw a trail of slim…

Wish I could get me some of that.

She must have found the spare ‘e’ because she stuck it on the word ‘mar’ later on:

It will mare one’s character.

A horse!  A horse!  My slimdom for a horse!

I shouldn’t laugh; I bet she knows her poet from her pot.

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Tilly

Tilly (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I heard about another Tilly Bud from Siggi of Maine.  No relation, although she is also in the Manchester area.  There’s nothing to tell and I wouldn’t have mentioned it except that I discovered yet another Tilly Bud this morning.  Actually, Tilly and Bud. 

Videos still won’t work on this blog – WordPress Unhappiness Engineers please take note – so you’ll have to check them out yourself, here

I’m a little afraid to send you over there, because I think you will prefer that Tilly and Bud to me.  In fact, I guarantee it.

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19 Responses to “No Comment”

  1. jmgoyder May 21, 2012 at 10:48 #

    There is only one Tilly!

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  2. roughseasinthemed May 21, 2012 at 10:56 #

    You were right, but dogs always win over people (so to speak) for me.

    I did laugh over your typo jokes. You could have made them your joke of the day in fact.

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  3. adinparadise May 21, 2012 at 10:57 #

    Love those typos! Freudian slips. 😉

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  4. vivinfrance May 21, 2012 at 11:38 #

    Great play with the typos. I love those little pictures. And yes, Lear wrote some nonsense verse too: http://www.nonsenselit.org/Lear/learwk.html eg

    There was an Old Man in a tree,
    Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
    When they said, ‘Does it buzz?’
    He replied, ‘Yes, it does!’
    ‘It’s a regular brute of a Bee!’
    (not as good as yours or Belloc’s,)

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    • Tilly Bud May 21, 2012 at 12:13 #

      It’s because he wrote nonsense verse that I got confused 🙂

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  5. judithatwood May 21, 2012 at 13:56 #

    Tilly Bud, I just adore when you make me laugh! Welcome back!

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  6. laurieanichols May 21, 2012 at 14:50 #

    I am an animal lover but they can’t compete with you. There is no shame in celebrating a poet’s work even if it just happens to be the wrong one, now it’s two that have been recognized for their fine work and talent. You see, you spread the love.

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  7. robincoyle May 21, 2012 at 15:02 #

    When I was recently away from reading/commenting on blogs for a week I attempted to catch up and read them all when I got back. Ha! After about an hour I simply closed my eyes and pressed delete on all of them. Sounds cruel but I had to do it or go mad.

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  8. viveka May 21, 2012 at 16:52 #

    Tilly, you do an amazing job and don’t worry about not coming back with replay – you’re funny blogger … you’re fantastic writer … you have a house full of men in different models that want a piece of you too. We need you in whatever form you come back to us.

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  9. gigihawaii May 21, 2012 at 17:08 #

    Tilly, thanks for being so honest! Lol.

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  10. Gobetween May 21, 2012 at 18:09 #

    No more Maltesers for you and that is final!

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  11. terry1954 May 21, 2012 at 20:02 #

    great photos!

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  12. SchmidleysScribbling May 21, 2012 at 20:47 #

    No no you are my one and only Tilly Bud…slim or marred. Dianne

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  13. Pseu May 21, 2012 at 22:20 #

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    • Pseu May 21, 2012 at 22:21 #

      Rather cute. 🙂

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  14. kateshrewsday May 21, 2012 at 22:34 #

    Take two: I’d like a trail of slim, too, please 😀

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  15. eof737 May 23, 2012 at 04:13 #

    It’s okay Tilly… I’m struggling with same.;-)

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I welcome your comments but be warned: I'm menopausal and as likely to snarl as smile. Wine or Maltesers are an acceptable bribe; or a compliment about my youthful looks and cheery disposition will do in a pinch.

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