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The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

Spring is sprung

Yesterday was, as any fule kno, the first day of spring.

Although it certainly didn't feel like it when I was standing at the bus stop.

Glorious, scrummy velvet scarf created to my personal specifications (i.e. to match my blue walking stick) by the very charming and talented Helen Chatterton.

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