Have pity on me! Porringers and Blumenthals in my sleep.
Three nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night with a word which raced around and around, and would not leave my mind.
It was the word "porringer".
Why in the blazes should this word disturb my sleep? I never use it; and I had but the vaguest idea of its meaning.
Here we go!
It was the word "porringer".
Why in the blazes should this word disturb my sleep? I never use it; and I had but the vaguest idea of its meaning.
Here we go!
A porringer.
But what is it?
A porringer is this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porringer ---------------------------------------------------- Last night, in the wee hours I awoke with a name which would not leave my mind. It was "Hester Blumenthal". I thought that I knew her, and I sleepily rejoiced in an old fashioned forename. When I awoke this morning I did a Google search, and discovered that there is no Hester Blumenthal, but there is a British chef named Heston Blumenthal. That's neither here nor there. -------------------------------------------- What is odd is that my "sleep thought" led me first to the word "Porringer"; and two nights later to Chef Blumenthal. How very odd! If your name comes into my mind during the wee hours do you want to hear about it? |
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