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"If you like it do it. If you don't like it do it - you might like it"-, a token but not one for the car park machine, it could be you . . . or not hahahaha, No funny business, proper hand jobby sir, safe as houses with esme guv, you ain't seen me
If you, yes you there, (points at you) should decide to leave a comment (or email esme at esmeuponthecloud@gmail.com) upon this post which includes either your home street address, (or some other place in time and space like a P.O Box, or a relative you don’t see much but still like a little bit), where mail may be received or collected, you could be one of 15 fine and faithful followers (those who have remained that is, to the others – moons and makes a rum hand gesture), who shall receive a hand-printed (no less! No more either, but don’t be greedy, it doesn’t suit you), Christmas card sent to them personally from the workshop in the vaults of the Cloud. None of the addresses shall be posted online, comments are moderated in this place, tis all top-secret that part, and no real names need be given either, you can call yourself ‘Billy No-mates‘ for all esme minds, and it is highly unlikely** you shall be stalked.
Should more than fifteen addresses appear, all names shall be smeared in organic pea-nut butter, placed in a sombrero and Rosie will then pick out fifteen sticky winners. No long comments about bags of balls etc necessary, points at Hariod laughing time is of the essence for esme just now, simply sling an address and a smile her way should you wish to receive such a prize.
Esme is still incapacitated and cannot as of yet return to her usual gold standard service in the blogosphere. So don’t get over-excited.
She still has her eyes on you though . . .
** get a grip folks you’re all nuts.
(please do not ‘twit’ this piece on twotter)
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What a great idea! I’d definitely return the favour and add you to my ‘card list’.
I shall hope for Rosie’s help. .. 🙂
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Watch the skies!
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Egads! I can see it!
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Can see what?!!
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I would, but Brazilian post is a gravity well of quantum madness, nothing is guranteed, losses assured, so I’ll let some other lucky sod reap the Christmas cheer.
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It sounds quite trecherous, so I appreciate the warning John. – smiles
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What a very fine gesture. Indeed the gesture itself is all I need, save for knowing that I have wished you well…that bit is important. Best of good fortune be upon you.
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Thank you Mike, how sweet of you. May the sun shine on your head for the next year (in a good way rather than boiling your brain or anything) – beams a smile out)
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Best I buy a new hat!
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A sombrero!
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Such a generous prize from the vaults of the cloud Esme 💕
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Esme is generous, but not to a fault, more to a ravine or an angular unconformity. – winks and smiles ❤
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Thanks for the chuckle Esme.
Smiling up at you😊
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Peter the Vegan
Hogwarts Castle
Highlands, Scotland, Great Britain, Henryville
Don’t bother with postage, I’ll send Hedwig.
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Hedwig and the flying monkeys will be thrilled to see each other again, its been three years at least since they shared that prison cell.
Watch the skies!
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It’s good to see you posting. It is you, ain’t it, Esme? I hope all is well with you. -Peter
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Thank you Peter, a swift click on a couple of the links should prove esme is hiding behin the Cloud waving. – laughs
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Yeah, and stop doing that with your eyes, will ya?
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For you? Anything.
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River Song. 🙂
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Spoilers sweetie. – laughs and winks at her
esme nodding at the connection and blowing a kiss as she spins in space upon the Cloud.
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Mum’s the word. 🙂
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Don’t have a PO box. What about a street address?
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A street address is all the better sir beams a smile his way
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Done!
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Watch the skies sir!
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Hi Esme,
Gladly… Thank you!
Yours
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Watch the skies masodo!
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Sorry to hear Esme that you are still incapacitated. Hope the clouds surround you like a warm blanket on a frosty winternight.
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Very kind of you Anarette, thank you. x They’re surprisingly fluffy.
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esme, Tubularsock hopes you’ll return sooner to the blogosphere than anticipated. And hope all is going well for you. Tubularsock has noticed that some of the clouds seem a bit tattered and Tubularsock can see from here a good dusting is called for ……..
Tubularsock appreciates your wonderful gesture and thanks you. However the top floor corner office in Tubularsock underground bunker overlooking Washington, D.C. from Oakland, CA doesn’t have a mail box. Nor a female box either as Trump would say!
Wish you well and don’t take any wooden escudos. Cheers.
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Esme is very touched by Tubular, (no charges to be brought, we’re all friends here), and things are bucking up somewhat in the troposhere so there’s some sun on the horizon for esme at present. I’ll get the north wind to sort out that dusting issue too makes a note of all this.
“Tubularsock appreciates your wonderful gesture and thanks you.” – Well shucks, that’s ok shuffles her shoes smiling broadly A good few folks have taken emse up on her offer, though she already knew Tubular’s bunker would have to be kept top secret nods and shakes his hand backwards. Keep up the good work over there. ❤
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Thank you for the grand offer, I agree the offer is reward enough. Be well and happy, know I spend a lot of time looking at clouds now that I have know you a bit. Hugs
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You’re welcome Scottie, however be sure that esme would enjoy spreading a little art across the world, so should you change your mind it could only make her smile a little more –does so with teeth and gums to show she means it.
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What a fine thing esme.
Greetings and keep well
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Thank you mac, ‘taint much really, the flying monkeys will do most of the legwork for esme.
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Have a good day esme
Hope the flying monkeys don’t leave a mess in their wake
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I’ve already had to fire three for being drunk on the job (the carrier pigeons find this hilarious), let me know if they cause any touble at your end.
May the sun shine upon you this Sunday mak smiles.
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All my carrier pigeons were sent with money to that friend inspired1 and they have not returned. Maybe they got lost along the way or were detained for not being white enough 🙂
Mak sending good wishes to esme upon the Cloud
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Inspired is another one with his head in the Clouds grins, I suspect the pigeons spent it all on booze and ended up ‘pigeon towed’ by the police – bows
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🙂
But are you sure you’re okay and there’s nothing anyone can do?
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You are a sweetheart Mr Pink kisses his cheek then wipes off the lipstick. Thank you, esme hasn’t been too well it would be fair to say, (and this may cause recurring incidents upon the Cloud in the future too), but things appear to be on the up somewhat this week. You’re very kind to offer help.
I didn’t buy any babies from Somalia either. Hahahahahahaha. That comment made me laugh so very much when directed to it by my newsman H.
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Esme and the Cloud would like to thank the select few who have decided to throw caution to the wind and see what arrives in the post, your comments are not being published obviously, hence this one of my own. (Fear not, no poo shall be involved, esme isn’t Sharon Osbourne you know!)
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I won’t apply – because I am total rubbish at sending anything back and I’d feel guilty. But a wonderful lovely idea!
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Thank you Spider smiles – the good news is that esme never gives the address of the Cloud out because she is in a Witless Protection Program, so no-one can ever send anything in return. Nor should they have to. No strings upon the Cloud – nods
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Scottie looks at the clouds thinking that it is grand that one gives without asking for anything in return! Scottie loves the idea of no strings. Loves the new cloud he found. Hopes all is well. Many vapor warm hugs.
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esme bows and gives a warm vapor-filled hug right back to him
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Oh my, Scottie got distracted by life, watching new movies given by his hubby and forgot to look at the clouds. Thanks you so much for making me remember. Listening to “your so vain” by Carly Simon… thinking of you and hoping all the best I can. Hugs
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OH gods now that I see it in writing how bad that could be seen, but not the way I meant it, my new song is ” I have never been to me” by charlene..one of my most loved songs. it describes my own life. Greatest hugs for the cloud, and hopes she understands. Hugs
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I did look twice, but knew you hadn’t meant it that way. Your subconcious did mind you! laughs a lot. Fear not Scottie, esme knows you’re one of the good guys and is not in ny way miffed. beams
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For such a great cloud I give all I can.. Openly ..
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Watch the skies Scottie!
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Surely this is signal you really have gone loopy in the cloud–paper and snail mail (gasp!), whoever heard of such ways to parlay?!
I love mail this time of year, a daily treat full of cheer from friends!
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Tinned spahghetti style loops abound, but work well on toast of a lunch-time thankfully grins.
Watch the skies.
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Normally, when I order children’s books, such as ‘Curious George Takes a Concubine,’ I specify the longitude and latitude, i.e., squiggle squiggle° N, squiggle squoo° W, (esme has carefully replaced the original co-ordinates with a seamless set of her own in order to protect the privacy of Prospero’s hut nods)for the postman (or post—transgender—man, as the case may be), as street addresses were originally designed for relatively sedentary structures, be they made of corrugated plastic or timber from the neighbor’s yard, and not mud shacks erected in quicksand.
Understandably, I was elated at the prospect of getting my dirty paws on your DIY Christmas manger, which I reckon folds up nicely into an envelope.
My Scrooge-like heart was softened (‘subit d’un attendrissement profond’ as my French chambermaid is wont to say) and I wanted to scream “Send it to me now, Esme!” from the rooftop (not my rooftop, which is closer to messily strewn tufts of grass than an actual roof).
But I fully realize that “start in Maine and take a hard left when you reach North Carolina” in no better than providing Santa’s helpers with the gps coordinates of 32° 17′ 58.2252” N and 64° 47′ 25.2132” W. (This passed the approval of the censor as Propsero tells one and all (not always ‘one’ I suspect it depends on how well that ‘one’ has behaved but all certainly) peers over her reading glasses and nods again). All this may explain why I have not received any royalty checks in quite some time.
This is so regrettable. Tears from my black eyes are streaming down my cheeks in a rivulet of despair. I so wanted a small piece of Esme in my grass hut to brighten up those days when the sun is busy elsewhere and not as bright as it ought to be.
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I just need a number. The Cloud keeps getting stuck in the triangle and can’t fly close enough to get the actual number required. No-one need get hurt, in fact no-one shall get hurt, but esme knows there’s a number scrawled in chalk (could be crayon to be fair),on the side of that hut and she’d like it. It would ease her present ills a great deal to have this number. Go on mister . . .
Your comment has been officially filed in the ‘Fantastic Field of Excellent Cumulus Comments’ upon the Cloud. nods shakes his hand and presents him with a basket containing several home grown marrows (someone must eat them!), and a knitted sash embroidered with small clouds that are all gurning.
Go on.
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With a view to easing her present ills, Prospero and Ariel request, jointly, cordially and festively, of Esme and Rosie (a.k.a the ‘rogue artists’) to have their address included in the hand-painted Christmas card raffle with the sole proviso that the Archbishop of Canterbury is kept informed of all the fonts and tinselly material used and that the final product has the imprimatur of some high-ranking official at the Vatican.
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Victory is mine!!! esme does her now infamous dance of victory with the ceremonial spatula in hand – colander on head . . . Ahem, I mean, thank you Prospero, it could be you! (You too Ariel!). I shall be lunching with the Archbishop this very weekend, he wants a dress fitting, (something voluminous bearing in mind all the jammy dodgers he scoffs I’d say), and shall speak to him of only the finest fonts and say ‘imprimatur’ at least four times in a grandiose manner, just to put the wind up him pockets the word greedily .
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