Five weeks of summer company followed by surgery on my foot have created a silence on my blog!
I miss the youthful voices with their thick British accents. One night I was playing cards with several
grandsons. Silences in the game were filled with "beat boxing" - mouth sounds that accompany much
contemporary music. After one strange sound, I said, "What was that?" My youngest grandson said, "Fought". I looked blank. His older brother translated: "Fart" The
international language of boys!
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