And on it goes... the festive season... my, how it can drag...
I try to read something really unseasonal at this time of year (a form of escape!) and right now I am ensconced with Quentin Crisp and his "The Naked Civil Servant" (1968). A friend left it here for me to read a couple of years ago and I've only just managed to reach for it recently. It looks something like this:
Crisp is eminently quotable (and not for the tiny-minded...) but so far my favourite quote is in the first chapter:
"... keeping up with the Joneses was a full-time job with my mother and father. It was not until many years later when I lived alone that I realized how much cheaper it was to drag the Joneses down to my level."
I've missed one Poetry Bus but might make the next one at the weekend (prompt here).
2017 Project 365 – Week Sixteen
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