Doves on a chimney stack at Groombridge Place.
Behind me I hear a young woman exclaim into a mobile phone, "ohmygod". It is usually young women who invoke a deity in this way. And they do it all the time. usually accompanied by shrieks or part of a shriek. It seems to be something new to language and custom. A few years ago, I think to myself, it would have signified a disaster of some kind, a cataclysm. Now it is a reaction a little stronger than "oh dear", which is I suppose, or was a long time ago, a euphemism for "ohmygod", when it was regarded as blasphemous to take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.
A friend uses the word "faux" in an email, this afternoon. Google's instant electronic sieve is quick off the mark. An instant advert appears next to the email window. "Fake Grass 4 Gardeners", it says, "lay back and enjoy".
3 comments:
That's what I need, bet you don't get many dandelions coming up in that!
Ah the old lay/lie puzzle. Clearly some writers resort to eeny-meeny-miny-mo and the odds seem stacked against them.
Love Doves.
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