A response to a complaint from a reader which I hope will satisfy
Isabelle left a comment to say she's fed up of looking at my mould and vomit pictures on the last post and would I get on with writing about something nice, such as flowers? Some people have no taste, that's all I can say. Here I am, trying to entertain you, and all I get are complaints. I'll try, Isabelle, but I'm warning you. I am to Nature what Arsenic in your Tea is to Abundant Health. Ask anyone who knows me, 'What does Fran know about flowers?' and all you will get is uncontrollable laughter, them doubled over, and a request for a tissue so they can wipe away their tears (or worse, depending on their bladders ... No, it's OKAY. I'll stop there, as I was trying so hard to avoid body fluids). Perhaps Isabelle is right, though. It's time I tried to improve my attitude towards Nature. So, I thought I would try and educate myself by tapping 'Flowers' into Google Images, seeing what pictures came up, and trying to learn to appreci...
Are you calling Mark farty?
ReplyDeleteGlad you figured it out. Can't wait to see what you'll link to next.
My guess is the olive store.
Arty-farty is a compliment in England, Amanda. Translated, it means, 'I wish I was that clever. How annoying.'
ReplyDeleteI was there days ago, woman. What are you talking about?
ReplyDeleteSo now you've gone among the fartiliterati, have you?
I'm surprised Mark put up with lightweight like you.
Loved the poem, are there any more?
Hi Friko - yes, I know it's been there a few days but I thought I'd wait and see whether the comments were thats-a-nice-poem! comments or so-she-thinks-she's-a-poet? comments before posting the link. Is that paranoia? I think it might be. At least, all the voices I hear say it is.
ReplyDeleteFran
ReplyDeleteHave no fear, that was a nice poem. Congratulations on finding the missing link.
We call is artsy-fartsy here in America Fran.
ReplyDeleteFartsy...
I'm feeling a tad fartsy today. Not artsy. Just plain old fartsy.
Fran, you truly are amazing. In Texas we would never say arty-farty because the other cowboys would shun us, or take us to a brokeback mountain, one or the other. So I'll stick with 'amazing.'
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed! I've just figured on my i phone so I'm celebrating, too.
ReplyDeleteAnna May x
Thanks, Martin!
ReplyDeleteAmanda, what's an 's' between friends?
ReplyDeleteLesley - thanks. Please stick with 'amazing' - I'd hate to think of you being dragged off to a brokeback mountain. Does a mountain with a broke back go to an osteomountainpath?
ReplyDeleteAnna May - you and I are just playing around on the boundaries of technogenius, I can tell.
ReplyDeleteThat link is so cool I'm going to use it again and again...
ReplyDeleteI've said this before and I'll say it again.
ReplyDeleteLeave us not forget Petomaine, the original art farter.
Congratulations, Fran, on the creation of both an effective hyperlink and a very fine poem.
ReplyDeleteMark, I'm so proud of it! And it's all down to your wonderful tutelage. At least, I think that's the word I want. All of a sudden, it sounds like a big ballet skirt.
ReplyDeleteI swear I won't, Lane.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Stan. All I have to do now is learn how to operate my DVD player and I'll be sorted.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Love the mood shift from warm to cold; light to dark. Very effective. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rachel. That's a really nice comment.
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