This is our meeting-place. Mr B, Mrs B og the tre Billy B´s. Come, sit down. We have som stories to tell. Mum set the table. She started writing. Hopefully we will share many a nice tale in here. For more info; see first blog posted february 2005.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

THIS HOUSE

This house thinks she is a tree. She listens to Bombadil and drinks deep. Too many stories told here in this house. Her walls are getting wet, but she won't listen. You're a bloody old stone house stupid!! Well, really she is beautiful. Old and beautiful with a lovely soul. And space enough for everyone in "the gang" to come visiting. But now she thinks she's a tree, and we are fairies? Come on, old mom - wake up. Your people are getting wet, and you need us, you know, or you'll be rubble and your land will be sold to build new houses. Good business that! " Ooh, hoo, what to doo?" (Owl-language, learnt that i Narnia. Very helpful)

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