There are some days, when you’re up early and doing all these little tasks… the straightening-up sort of things, or perhaps writing up a frenzy, until you look at the clock, and it says it’s Eleven, and you feel as if you could do with an ‘Elevenses’ to Revive Oneself, in the tradition of Pooh.
Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o’clock in the morning,
and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates and mugs;
and when Rabbit said, “Honey or condensed milk with your bread?”
he was so excited that he said, “Both,” and then, so as not to seem
greedy, he added, “but don’t bother about the bread, please.”
Today, my body isn’t going anywhere special, but my imagination is. This is what I wear on mornings where I seem to do a million things, but when someone asks what I did today, I say, “O, nothing much…”
These sweatpants are wonderfully soft, and just the comfiest thing to wear. I am in a cheerfully pink mood today, so nothing but a top-to-toe rosy outfit would do.
— Miss Cathie