...so in near-instant retrospect, I shouldn't have tried for a 3% increase on the Ko-Fi goal percentage. It should have been at least 7%. Or, to really get it over with, 73%. Which, plus the extant 27%, would have reached goal, and then I could have posted Extra Time as a subgoal for the rest of the year and started making trip plans --
It's that time again. The regulars know how this works. The new arrivals may need a quick course.
(Yes, much of this is a straight paste from the last time. Maybe I can't format or code to save my life, but I can occasionally paste without breaking a file.)
Also farewell to the writer of Olga da Polga, The Herbs and Monsieur Pamplemousse. Although he is most famous for Paddington, I actually grew up with The Herbs.
I remember the rather oddly animated series the BBC did when I was a child. For some reason Paddington's marmalade sandwiches were always crunchy. Then one year we had a batch of marmalade where the sugar had caramalised or crystalised round the peel. This was immediately dubbed "Paddington Marmalade".
I finally got round to visiting Portabello Road last year, and came back with a Paddington Bear print.
The creator of a bear with unusual class. Paddington, we will miss you.
On the one hand, one of the greatest children's book authors ever is no longer with us.
On the other, Phil Jackson is out of a job.
...I'm really not sure how to feel about this day.
Im very sorry Mr Gruber. Paddington cannot come out to play today.
Also farewell to the writer of Olga da Polga, The Herbs and Monsieur Pamplemousse. Although he is most famous for Paddington, I actually grew up with The Herbs.
I remember the rather oddly animated series the BBC did when I was a child. For some reason Paddington's marmalade sandwiches were always crunchy. Then one year we had a batch of marmalade where the sugar had caramalised or crystalised round the peel. This was immediately dubbed "Paddington Marmalade".
I finally got round to visiting Portabello Road last year, and came back with a Paddington Bear print.
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Mourn the author, but know he died not in vain...