The Pox is over! Fecklet is all scabs and rude good health, and is spending his morning running around screaming “Two-whit-two-whoo!” at the top of his lungs pretending to be an owl.

I can leave the house!!!

Hooray!

(PS I have a post up today on Romancing the Blog, from about 11 GMT, about needing books to read.)

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   At 9:47 am Lacey Devlin said:

   LOL it’s amazing how they bounce back isn’t it?

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   At 11:23 am carolc said:

   Great news Julie!

   The scary thing about owl sounds is that I used to have a mistress at boarding school who used to make them during our evening study sessions in the library. She would then wander to the window and tell us the owls were out. As this was inner city Melbourne there were possums and wombats, but those owls were definitely in her head.

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   At 12:14 pm Kate Johnson said:

   According to QI, you need two owls to make that noise: one goes, “Too-whit,” and the other replies, “Too-whoo.” And Stephen Fry said it, so it must be right.

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   At 5:58 pm Jan Jones said:

   Apart from the barn owls which fly suddenly past you all silent and white and HUGE.

   Puts a stop to all that romantic-strolls-in-the-moonlight nonsense, I can tell you.

   PS, Julie, glad the Feck is better

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   At 9:40 pm Julie said:

   Yes, Lacey, the bouncing is pretty amazing!!

   Carol…that is a little bit scary.

   Kate, you know, Stephen Fry could say absolutely anything and I would believe it. Do you think he could come round and explain this owl thing to the Fecklet?

   LOL Jan I can picture the scene!

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