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It's kind of late, so I won't be long. I'll just put up two nursery rhymes I like and introduce a topic that's been depressing me lately.

Feminism. What happened?

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Six little mice sat down to spin;
Pussy passed by and she peeped in.
What are you doing my little men?
Weaving coats for gentlemen.
Shall I come in and cut off your threads?
No, no Mistress Pussy, you'd bite off our heads.
Oh no, I'll not; I'll help you to spin.
That may be so, but you don't come in.

*

A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

A raven cried, Croak! and they all tumbled down,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
And vowed he would serve them the same next day,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

*

Had lunch with my classics teacher, his wife, my friends classics teacher and her partner, all at my friends house (with another friend). Spilt soup all over myself during the starter course. I, cool as a cucumber, cleaned myself up and got changed. I really deserve a medal, because that was all so embarrassing. Really.

Still, I suppose it's a rite of passage. Heroines in books are always 'splitting' soup down their lovely dresses. I have joined the ranks of queens, I tell you!