The crib we stayed in was beyond cool. It had pictures on the wall like this one:
Lots of kids books with illustrations like this:
Ornaments in shadow boxes on the wall like these wind-up toys:
and these three musical nuns.
There were board games to play, jigsaw puzzles to piece together, models to assemble, train-sets to build, a fire to sit beside, comfy armchairs to lounge about in and an air rifle to fire at paper targets with. The wall papers and carpets competed for pattern dominance and the beds for softness. Grape vines grew across the north facing walls and the backyard was planted in boysenberry canes..
It was a lovely place to stay - a genuine crib that has been 'in the family' for generations. I was pleased to get back to the green oasis that is my home, but I was equally pleased to have spent two nights at the wonderful crib.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
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Aren't they nice, clean and white "indians"
They are, Thrash. I don't doubt they eat with a knife and fork.
I can't quite tell but are those fake native americans wearing their authentic pox soaked blankets - you know the ones used to kill them so that their land and culture could be stolen?
Yes, they are those very blankets, Marty but by cruel twist of fate, the two Anglosaxons wearing them, have immunity.
You can rest easy and think of England.
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