Floreat St Trinians!

Busy day. Several members of team still off ill. Rest of us putting shoulder to grindstone, back to wheel, nose to wall, etc, and imitating action of tiger.

I have also come to a vast realisation. Azula (from Avatar) and her friends Mai and Ty Lee without a doubt attended St Trinians. The original St Trinians as drawn by Searle.

I attach the following evidence:

http://users.netmatters.co.uk/ju90/ronb.htm
http://users.netmatters.co.uk/ju90/ronp.htm
http://users.netmatters.co.uk/ju90/ronf.htm
http://users.netmatters.co.uk/ju90/rong.htm
http://users.netmatters.co.uk/ju90/roni.htm
http://users.netmatters.co.uk/ju90/ronn.htm

This will be expanded on at some later point.

Jigsaws have been safely dispatched in the direction of home. I look forward to the proper reaction of enthusiastic cursing when we get round to doing them.

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A poem from the Kokin Wakashuu

tatsutagawa
momiji midarete
nagarumeri
wataraba nishiki
naka ya taenamu

A confused array
of red leaves in the current
of Tatsuta River.
Were I to cross,
I would break the fabric of a rich brocade.

(translator not given)

turned up in my browser while I was looking for iliac artery stent grafts (via the Chalet School)

Threnody to the memory of books which one only realises too late that one should have bought, even though they seemed so ridiculously expensive at the time.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er hill and dale;
When all at once I cried aloud,
I'd seen a sign: "Old books for sale".
A hundred saw I at a glance
I broke into a little dance.

May Baldwin, Oxenham, Brazil,
Brent-Dyer, Needham, D.F.B.,
A reader there could browse at will
Through such a jocund company.
I looked inside - I almost spat:
"The books aren't worth a fifth of that!"

Now oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon the inward eye
The curse of readers' solitude.
I realise now, with bitter pain,
I'll never see those books again.

-- (anon) Found off http://users.netmatters.co.uk/ju90/wop.htm