Our friend, Robyn is staying with us at the moment. Her 80th birthday is next month and we won't be able to be in Wollongong to help her celebrate so she has come to Tassie instead. We're taking her out to lunch today and there will be a birthday cake and everything. The situation is complicated by the fact that today is Marilyn's actual birthday but, of course, she is determined not to overshadow Robyn's celebration and we will acknowledge Marilyn at a later time.
It's a bit cooler today so there's a lot of discussion about appropriate clothes to wear to the lunch.
Yesterday was my regular Poetry and Writing classes. This term, the Poetry class has reduced itself to just 7 and that includes the old-fashioned pedantic ones who believed that good poetry begins and end with Wordsworth. I offered a poem yesterday called The Caveman's Lament and it went down like a lead balloon.
The Writing group has grown to 18! When reading our stories, our rule is 'no more than 800 words' but a couple of newbies are pushing the boundaries. If I were the boss, I'd ring a bell when I thought they had talked enough but everyone else is too polite. I don't know where it will end but my enjoyment of the classes is being sorely tested.
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