Dear Blogland,
I know, I know. I havenโt had much time recently for replying to comments or visiting, but I will get back. I promise. I know, I keep promising. But I do. And I will.ย Eventually.
Dear Fingers (My Inner Typist),
Iโve noticed recently you trying to step in and help me with my typing. It isnโt that I donโt appreciate your help, but could I ask that you kindly refrain. Your style of typing is, ermโฆ somewhat different to my own, and you make my typos look like monumental disasters. And you know the old saying โtoo many cocks spoil the brothโ. But thank you all the same.
Dear The Weather,
Donโt think I havenโt noticed you, sneaking the extremely hot weather back in, in the disguise of dark and ominous thunderclouds. I like the warm, and I really thank you for that, but Iโm not too keen on the heat. If you could just keep that away, and leave everywhere nice it would be fabulous. On the whole, youโre doing a good job, though!
Dear The Silent Letter B,
Itโs a good job that not all words with a B in them have it silent. Otherwise weโd all ee visiting Logland, spoken aloud. Ut, sorry, but, I like the subtleness of a silent โBโ. The way it doesnโt roll off the tongue in โthumbโ for example is very cool. We all know itโs there, yet never say it. I wonder if you can tell me the second seven letter word with a silent Bโฆ the first one being โPlumberโ? I may reveal the answer at the end of the postโฆ
Dear Twilight,
What a pleasant time of day you are! Firstly, you (generally) begin to cool nicely, and then you bathe us all in a nice, relaxing subdued light. Gradually, you bring in the night for us, so we can get some decent shut-eye before your morning counterpart Dawn appears, with her amazing chorus.
Dear Dreams,
Thank you for totally confusing me with your mixed up messages, and then waking me in the early hours of the morning, in an attempt to make me work them out. Youโre the one who put them there in the first place. Could I suggest you slip in a few clearer clues the next time you decide to play with my head (which, by the way you do with aplomb!) so at least I can have a good start.
Dear The Word Aplomb,
How fabulous that you have a silent B, and fit perfectly well in this subtle letters post. Did you know that your opposite, โdoubtโ, also has a silent B? Fabulous!
Dear The Universe,
Thank you once again for being the magnificent, creative and vast force that you are. Itโs a pleasure to be a part of you. I just wanted to show gratitude once again, publicly.
Dear Fingers (My Inner Typist),
Thank you for paying no attention to my earlier letter. You gave me a great chuckle at some of the words I typed that rapidly needing changing. Pubicly, for example. Shit-eye for another. Moaning counterpart could have been avoided, however. But, you were bery annoying every time โVโ appeared instead of the โBโ that I needed. I think Iโve caught all of the other typos (if I havenโt theyโre deliberate!)
Dear Pterodactyls,
How fun it was watching you flying over the Grinds this morning. I havenโt seen you for a while.
And to finishโฆ Dear All,
I hope you didnโt succumb to my little question earlierโฆ it was obvious I would reveal the answer. And who knows? There may be more seven letter words with a silent B IN THEM! FINGERS!!! So, without further ado, remember to treat others nicely โ well, as nice as you can, as some can be rather trying, Inner Typists included. They may have reasons for not being nice, and with the majority of us not being mind readers we arenโt to know. Just smile and leave them to it. A smile may be all it takes to help them to see through their darkness.
Thank you for reading!
P.S. Hereโs a quick photo of the Grinds where I saw the pterodactyls flying earlier, just because:
That said, it may not have been earlier today, thinking about it. The subtleties of time sprinkle crumbs of doubt over everything, with aplomb. And this may be an old photo from my visit to Israel, not the Grinds as previously thought.
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