Monday, January 6, 2014

Twelfth Night

We could read Herrick

We could make a Cake

We could listen to Shakespeare's play "12 th Night"

We could have a Party



You know I think we'll go for moderation ..pack away the decorations and make a cake...and while we're making it listen to the play.

After the flu bug managed to work it's Christmas magic ..if we have the energy to complete those tasks we'll be happy :0)

The Party will have to wait for another year!


from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)