I have nothing but love for all 121 of you, because yesterday was The Escritorium‘s second birthday.
Thank you so much for reading my ramblings, however zany and spiritual and daft: I really appreciate it.
BUT not enough to post a special birthday post and mess up my scheduling.
I think what is great about being two is that now I have a reasonable body of work for someone who stumbles upon this blog to really enjoy the “word tapas” on offer here, like lounging around in your favourite bookshop on a rainy day, it finally seems like someone could spend a reasonable amount of time browsing and enjoying the content.
I feel a bit like I’ve arrived in my own little way, and that makes it a very happy birthday that I am likewise happy to share.
As ever though, here is your Sunday poem, cobbled together using interesting words from Pinterest. Have fun looking them up, you crazy kid etymologists you.
When all’s said and done
There’s nothing sexier
Than indulging in a fit
Progressing to a spate
Of clinomania – together
In which we remain
By each other.
Now isn’t such
That’s what happens
When you bed a quaintrelle…
(© Copyright Pola Negri, 23/06/2017.)