One egg.

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9 Responses to 11.1.39

  1. Natalie says:

    Abandon the diary for a month for the holidays and travel and look what happens? Three eggs became routine! Then four eggs! But now that I’m back to reading, we’re at one.

    I miss everything good.

  2. Joke:

    Q. What is George Orwell’s favourite poet?

    A. Shelley.*

    (* as in egg shell.)

  3. Q. What is George Orwell’s favourite anti-apartheid activist?

    S. Steve Beak-o.

    (Like a chicken’s beak.)

  4. dave says:

    Interesting…If you click on “tags” (eggs) you get directed to a photo of someones breakfast,a discussion on possible addiction…( to Franks Red Hot Sauce…) and a discussion of American football teams (?metaphor for my entire thread here…) At least these “tags” (what the hell IS a tag…) are randomly generated .

    How did we all get along before this…?

    Or was G.O, counting his eggs,in a better/simpler/happier time…?

    Jl3: limit of 10 comments per day will be enforced…

  5. David says:

    I hear ya George. Yesterday was totally a One Egg day for me too. I didn’t do anything.

  6. One egg good, four eggs better.

  7. art brennan says:

    Personally, I think George’s recent poultry notatitions are a seggway into more detailed political and philosophical musing.

  8. Ed Webb says:

    Consider the egg:
    Universe awaiting birth,
    Or, perhaps, breakfast

  9. Hector says:

    Lamb and prune tajine followed by flourless orange cake for dinner, one modest espresso to follow. Weather mild and cloudy, with some showers. No eggs.

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