H-Bird’s Weekly Twitter-Spatter

In which I experiment with tweeting a little less.

Have had a self-imposed internet-free afternoon after yesterday’s blogging spree. Finished James MacNeish’s Dance of the Peacocks, finally! #
Still on self-imposed internet starvation rations and feeling a bit better for it while I remain mentally interesting. #
Have started reading Binney’s Redemption Songs and O’Sullivan’s Long Journey to the Border. Together, they would make a fine roadblock. #
Happy birthday @johubris from @knedd and me. #
Huge day. Lots of things happened. Will remain irritatingly vague until late next week. #
Decided @knedd and I can’t sit on our news for another week. Hapu, six weeks. #
Thank you everyone! (Everybody look at me ‘cos I’m sailing on a boat!) Lost my taste for wine about 2 weeks ago–figured something was up. #
Although we may have to rethink the wedding cheese given it will now be 3/4 VERBOTEN for me. #
Once again, thank you everyone for your kind words! #
Thank you again, friends, for your lovely words this evening. Expect regular panic attacks and odd nomz to feature in future in this feed. #
RT @br3nda: He aha te mea nui? L’enfer, c’est les autres. #
I hope I’m more self-aware than the lasses on The Bachelor, but the fact I’m watching The Bachelor suggests perhaps no. #
Fern starts pacing near the door. I get up to let her out. Other dogs run out the door. Fern turns and reclaims the couch. #goodgirl #
The bachelor says, “all I can do is go with my head and my heart and my gut”. Harvestbird says, “I prefer to go with my metaphors.” #
#followthis Alas, I think if your name is Foxxx, we may not have a lot in common. #
#followthis Also (pace @johubris) I prefer my twitter friends to be wearing pants. #
Went to a party. Huge plate of blue cheeses and crackers directly behind me, another huge plate of sushi beside it. Coped okay, sort of. #
The evening got a bit better once everyone else had drunk a couple o’ glasses and was gregarious. Initial greetings hard w’out wine. #