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If I had an MP3 recorder I'd sing 'em myself, once I got the tunes down. How about the rest of you?
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Helen: I like the idea of walking songs. However, you
definitely do not want
me singing on there. I obviously did not inherit the singing ability of my elvish ancestry (or hobbit for that matter). Maybe I have a dwarf or possibly an orc ancestor?? [img]smilies/eek.gif[/img]
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I got to Tom's this morning and Goldberry had a hot bath with strawberry bubble bath waiting for me. After soaking for almost an hour, I've been lying around with my feet up. The slippers Goldberry gave me are so soft and kind to my blister. I had to arm-wrestle Tom for possession of the Laz-E-Boy, but I took pity on him. I got the recliner, but I let him keep the remote control (as long as he promised not to sing). [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]
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Tom clapped his hands and cried: 'Tom, Tom! your guests are tired, and you had near forgotten! Come now, my merry friends, and Tom will refresh you! You shall clean grimy hands, and wash your weary faces; cast off your muddy cloaks and comb out your tangles!'
He opened the door, and they followed him down a short passage and round a sharp turn. They came to a low room with a sloping roof (a penthouse, it seemed, built on to the north end of the house). Its walls were of clean stone, but they were mostly covered with green hanging mats and yellow curtains. The floor was flagged, and strewn with fresh green rushes. There were four deep mattresses, each piled with white blankets, laid on the floor along one side. Against the opposite wall was a long bench laden with wide earthenware basins, and beside it stood brown ewers filled with water, some cold, some steaming hot. There were soft green slippers set ready beside each bed.