UK Keratoconus Self-Help and Support Association

..... I think I'll help myself to the biscuit tin..

Chris

I thought I'd make myself a sly little sandwitch. I am sitting here listening while my computer reads a twent page document to me, and going over the KC pages while I listen.

Who said it was only women who could multi-task? Wee fat bald old man makes sandwitch, eats it, listens to document being read and keeps up with KC postings.

amazing.

Andrew

when I was a child, along with the Beattitudes, the books of the Bible, the 23 rd Psalm and all sorts of other stuff that is now very useful for my professional and spiritual life, I learned some of the nonsense poems of Edward Lear. Like most people I had my favourites, and as with most folk these included the Owl and the Pussycat.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

II
Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III
'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Any other Lear fans among the on-line KC community?

(By the way I sometimes think of myself more as 'the turkey who lives on the hill' than l'eveque)

Andrew

Andrew, you have prelobal mania of the upper left northern hemisphere accompanied by the twit affective tendencies but that's ok by me!
As for sarnies etc, I can eat the lot of you under the table in chocolate