Being the genteel poor in the 1940s—poem
At a time when nobody was very rich
a country vicar with six kids
was paid with a roof overhead
and a goose at the door
At a time when nobody was very rich
a country vicar with six kids
was paid with a roof overhead
and a goose at the door
A few days ago, this blog gained Follower #100. I am still savouring the moment, even though I can’t swear exactly when that moment was, and I’m even uncertain about exactly which person was the 100th follower. “Exactly which person” — what a crazy prosopagnosic phrase, as if all readers were a blur of clones. Quite the opposite! The […]
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