This little guy is a key chain I bought over seven years ago at Hampton Court Palace. He was supposed to be a gift for a friend but, clearly, I couldn't give him up...
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ahh! i remember when you bought that thing! it was supposed to be for Tim?
It was! It was! I'm glad you remember it. All I remember from that day is the easily navigated maze, the giant stuffed deer and wandering around the gift shop. Good stuff.
I remember more than what is healthy for one person to remember about a random day seven+ years ago.
(lets pause real quick for contemplation of "seven+" and the implications it carries...)
For example, I remember eating prawn chips in the 'mess hall' with the Galloways. I remember the dioramas of the fire in tne servant's quarters. I remember the bird almost crapping on my head, the purple flowers, getting lost in that 'easily navigated maze', walking and talking a lot with Emily, the silly electronic personal tour guides we had, being really frustrated with a certain mr. hardy for his confusing nature of being, and certainly not least, perusing the little giftshop with you.
I do NOT, however, remember the stuffed deer. Hmph.
4 comments:
ahh! i remember when you bought that thing! it was supposed to be for Tim?
It was! It was! I'm glad you remember it. All I remember from that day is the easily navigated maze, the giant stuffed deer and wandering around the gift shop. Good stuff.
I remember more than what is healthy for one person to remember about a random day seven+ years ago.
(lets pause real quick for contemplation of "seven+" and the implications it carries...)
For example, I remember eating prawn chips in the 'mess hall' with the Galloways. I remember the dioramas of the fire in tne servant's quarters. I remember the bird almost crapping on my head, the purple flowers, getting lost in that 'easily navigated maze', walking and talking a lot with Emily, the silly electronic personal tour guides we had, being really frustrated with a certain mr. hardy for his confusing nature of being, and certainly not least, perusing the little giftshop with you.
I do NOT, however, remember the stuffed deer. Hmph.
by the way, think of me tomorrow as i take the GRE. Meh.
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