Rain poured, wind blew, the sea was doing its autumn thing:
ravaged seaweed striping the shore;
I went home to make holes in pots in the gathering gloom :
which made The Hole Book an apposite find. It is politically incorrect one way or other on every single page. Others might like to try it.
http://publicdomainreview.org/collections/the-hole-book-1908/
I owe my post title to Adrian Mitchell’s delicious poem, Not a very cheerful song I’m afraid.
Adding to the gloom, the squid remained ungrouted.
Somehow even under the gloom the sea is endlessly engaging. Hope your kiln’s now fixed.
Still waiting on the elements being made. But thank you.
Nothing like a bit of political incorrectness to brighten up the gloomiest day, love Granny Fitch and the goldfish, and as for mammy and the watermelon – wow, that would never get published today!
I like to feel that equally incorrect to all = fair. Also incorrect no doubt!
Phryne / the briny
stripe me green
nary a narwhal
to be seen …
Neatly stitched quatrain