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 A tentative blog to test the temperature. |
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Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end. So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.     |
| Miss Polly I had cause this morning to look up the words to the nursery rhyme, Miss Polly Had a Dolly. To my surprise, I found that the British version has one small but significant difference from the American. Here’s the version Google knows: Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick And she called for the doctor to come quick, quick The doctor came with his bag and his hat And he knocked at the door with a rat-a-tat-tat He looked at the dolly and he shook his head And he said, "Miss Polly, put her straight to bed" He wrote on a paper for a pill, pill, pill I'll be back in the morning if the baby's still ill The only difference in the Brit poem is in the last line, which goes: I'll be back in the morning with my bill bill bill Apart from the facts that the words hark back to an earlier time when doctors still travelled to the patient, and that the poem’s origins are shrouded in mystery, reality insists that I prefer the British version. Word count: 184 |
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