Miss Edith...

"Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example and will have no cakes today. "

And so she's left alone in the poetry room to contemplate the words on the walls...

An interesting day starting with a weird Frenchman of my acquaintance making strange noises in Henrietta Street, and finishing with a different weird Frenchman of my acquaintance rummaging around the bins of the Irish Lights building!

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