Tuesday, March 23, 2010
...the other day, Eldest and Middle happened upon a wretched soul.
(small, faraway, tinny voice, shouting in capital letters)
‘HELP ME, PLEASE! I’VE HAD A GHASTLY WEEK, I’M DRAINED AND DOWNTRODDEN AND FEELING OH, SO CRUSHED...’
So, Eldest and Middle carefully cradled Mr W Soul in soothing arms, took him to our home and placed him ever so gently in the recycling bin where he could therapise with the tomato and chickpea tins, commiserate with the squished milk containers and have a leisurely catch up over the newspapers. Don’t even bother not believing me.
‘Finding faces’ started here with the loveliest personalities here and here and even another lot here. They’re a bit of an ongoing obsession chez Myrtle & Eunice. And if you like voices with your inanimate object faces, the excellent Claire from Gugaw put me on to this little number.
PS. Curly Pops, this post is for you. This is almost (and certainly in the last six months) the shortest post I have written. I am chuffed to bits.
PPS. Except I’ve gone and ruined it with all the footnoting and postscripting about.