Witter me not!

Or in the words of the late, great Frankie Howerd 'titter ye not' (but his version does not apply as readily to this post). No. This post came about following a recent conversation with Mr K. He took it upon himself to put forward an observation that perhaps - without the loooong summer break we have just spent together - he might have kept to himself. Under his hat as it were. An observation that had we not been together for a ridiculous amount of time I could have taken great offence to and waltzed away in a wonderfully dramatic fashion.

 Are you ready? 

He said that I witter.

Can you imagine?

Me - a wittererrrer.

Sadly I know that it's true. Even my thoughts are wittery. Most people develop a sort of filter that allows only important words of any significance to be uttered whereas I seem to have missed that evolutionary step. 

I have a faulty filter.

In an effort to rectify this I have given myself a challenge. Those of you out there who have heard of the haiku will know that beautiful imagery can be presented with very few words. I am going to follow this path with as few words as possible. Indeed I am only going to use three words for each image. I call the following a selection of 'triku's'!

Here we go.

Finished a shawl

Started a cardigan

Borrowed a book

(hello Mr Toe)

Bought a pot

And some spoons

Looked at plums

Dreamed of boats

Admired some rust

Laughed at this

Picked some tomatoes

Nursed poorly dog

Drove past this

Howled at moooooon

There we go.

How was that?

Hard for me!

I'd rather witter.

What think ye?

Bye for now

Jane

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