Time for a cultural interlude
I wandered lonely on a bleak high hill,but not as lonely as a Lakeland cloud.
Nor did I see a single daffodil,
despite my reading Wordsworth out aloud.
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Comments (21)
That's the kitchen shop, isn't it?
You're either fibbing about that, or fibbing about being a Northerner.
All I know about Wordsworth is that he wrote a poem about daffodils, and one -I seem to think- about London in the early morning.
I really don't have any experience of literary greats; I have started one or two so called classics, but can't think of one that I persisted with. I can only give you the same trite advice you would get from many others here: just read what you like.
You should ask Jac while she's here, I think she is hot on that sort of thing. She will know more than I do.
But that was actually a genuine question more so a trick one.
saw it being done as a Yorkshire thing, just thought you might of known the telling behind it.
That's why I mentioned it.
It was at a wedding, seems part of their tradition for the bride to drink for a wellie
I watched it on Emmerdale farm
I know its a tradition, I'm sure I've heard it before, and ok" perhaps I'm wrong to assume its a Yorkshire one because of Emmerdale sure thought though its English but no worries, I'll go and ask God
maybe sip and pass the wellie ought be done in here lol
Apologies Harb, for disturbing you blog