Banquet Night
by Rudyard Kipling
by Rudyard Kipling
"ONCE in so often," King Solomon said,
Watching his quarrymen drill the stone,
"We will curb our garlic and wine and bread
And banquet together beneath my Throne,
And all Brethren shall come to that mess
As Fellow-Craftsmen-no more and no less."
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What a day. If I were Julia I'd need to break my Lenten commitment to forsake alcohol. I haven't given up coffee though and I'll bet the coffee machines at Parly House were on overdrive today.
I love my new pretend paper cup from the two dollar shop. I've taken to using the Italian expresso pot on the stove and pouring myself a double-shot flat white. I can pretend I'm a hot shot executive too busy to breakfast when in fact I'm drinking from it in my jarmies at the kitchen bench while stuffing carrot sticks and frozen banana cake into plastic lunch boxes designed like miniature space shuttles with flaps that open in all directions. The kids think the cup is 'awesome' too and have visions of taking hot chocolate to soccer in one. They've got another thing coming.
We had a busy weekend what with a go-karting birthday party, the usual cricket match, World Thinking Day for Girl Guides on Aspen Island (in the rain) and a trip to the Royal Canberra Agricultural Show for the littlest gull and me. The coffee injections were indispensable to enable me to get from this:
to this:
Fabulous from start to finish!
