Oxford is nice, and I could be a sort of housewife to you and J-P, staying at home and bringing up the kittens while you go off to earn a living down the publishing mines.
Excellent plan. We can actually get kittens then. Their tiny hairs can replace the scratty black inch-longs that the previous tenants seem to have left everywhere from their own wee heads. And there's nothing in our contract about pets. There's nothing in our contract about Janets, although maybe that would have been covered under "pets."
Come and live with us. The spare room doubles up as our computer room and library, so it's probably ideal. And we could give you hugs, and make you tea, and eat you head.
Could we move the whole of Oxford to, say, Antarctica? Or would the permafrost foul up the Bodleian's bookstacks?
The environment, with its lack of any kind of change, would probably be an ideal situation for the Bodleian stacks. I read somewhere that a footprint in Antarctica blah blah blah ten years to recover DID YOU KNOW that a piece of Antarctic bracken can bend to a man's foot with one blow of its ICY, BITING WIND?
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Date: 2003-08-22 05:42 am (UTC)Excellent plan. We can actually get kittens then. Their tiny hairs can replace the scratty black inch-longs that the previous tenants seem to have left everywhere from their own wee heads. And there's nothing in our contract about pets. There's nothing in our contract about Janets, although maybe that would have been covered under "pets."
Come and live with us. The spare room doubles up as our computer room and library, so it's probably ideal. And we could give you hugs, and make you tea, and eat you head.
The environment, with its lack of any kind of change, would probably be an ideal situation for the Bodleian stacks. I read somewhere that a footprint in Antarctica blah blah blah ten years to recover DID YOU KNOW that a piece of Antarctic bracken can bend to a man's foot with one blow of its ICY, BITING WIND?