Friday, 9 May 2008

Tiredness

Eden and Charles are sooooooooo tired! They really should learn that one hours sleep and loadsa work the next day(well for Eden) doesnt mix well.
Charles is a machine-or so he likes to believe! Eden loves it though-well sorta!
Eden also loves cheese on toast-not the food-Charles-his babble that speels out of him like its his second language-Eden loves him loads.

Eden is sleepy,

Charles is drinking Cider!S!

So is Eden

I wonder what Taylor is doing?
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Listen Taylor said...

Dear Eden

It has come to my attention?
That there is now a Charlie in your life.
Now I cannot say for certain, as I have never had a Charlie in my life, but I am pretty sure, that they are to be handled with tongs.
As in: careful, it’s hot!
And: be sure you don’t drop it! Here, have a towel! Quick!
Also: BLOODY HELL I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DROPPED IT, LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY SHIRT
And so forth.
So, one should: Trace the pattern quietly, and carefully, with a watchful eye, and nimble fingers.

Do you often wake up with star flecked glamour in your eyes?
It is a common affliction, among the well-to-do.
(In case you don’t know, that means us. Hoorah.)

Tell me more about this Charlie.
What’s he like, for example?
Shiny and chrome, like a robot? Or invisible?
Does he whistle through his teeth when he’s impressed?
(Just so you know, that’s a really annoying habit.)

And:
when you are lost, there is always the sky.
It is the same in every country, and the stars move so fast that actually, they stand still.
If you look at a book of names for the stars, and then you look back at the sky, you’ll begin to remember the names, and you can use them to navigate, like a pirate. Okay?
Only, don’t wear a fake wooden leg. You can get a parrot if you want, but you have to teach it to talk. That’s always a crowd pleaser, a talking parrot.

9 May 2008 at 22:35

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