Basket, basket maker, guy who didn’t bring enough money…
I have been reading Emma this morning. They have a discussion that goes on for two pages about how Jane Fairfax must never be allowed to walk to the post office again in case she catches a cold. And then…well, I’ll type it out for you:
“Open the windows!–but surely Mr Churchill, nobody would think of opening the windows at Randalls. Nobody could be so imprudent! Dancing with open windows!–I am sure, neither your father nor Mrs Weston would suffer it!”
“Ah! sir–but a thoughtless young person will sometimes step behind a window-curtain, and throw up a sash, without its being expected. I have often known it done myself.”
“Have you indeed, sir?–Bless me! I never could have supposed it. But I live out of the world, and often am astonished at what I hear.”
WTF?! I swear, the people in this book spend half their time discussing marriage, and the other half discussing droughts of air. Oh, also pianos. It is somewhat ridiculous.
I am also doing more research about Jamie Oliver, king of school meals. Apparently, as I am doing a cake for children’s packed lunches, and he has opinions about school meals, this is RELEVANT research. Snore.
I have memorised my German coursework. Further snoring.
I have seen some Gilmore Girls related t-shirts on the internet that I love. However, I have decided to fashion my own, rather than ordering from America, because you should have seen the postage costs.
Jen, don’t you think this is sooo cute?:
Anyways, squees to all of you,
Sophie
