I have a spelling chequer;
It came with my pea see;
It plainly marques fore my revue
Miss steaks eye cannot sea.
I strike some quays and right a word,
Then weight four it two say
Weather I am wrong or rite;
It shows me strait away.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two late
An die can put the error write;
Its rarely, rarely grate.
I've run this poem threw it;
I'm shore yore please too no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh:
My chequer tolled me sew.
[Anon.]
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Ewe right grate pout tree.
Eye udders tanned.
Thanks.
Hi Catherine - came here from Hadriana, drawn by mention of the fact you are coming to Manchester! I was dragged up here nearly 6 years ago now (hard to believe how time flies) from London (and previously Italy where I would loved to have stayed!). Am a southerner born and bred so have spent some time 'bedding down' but do really love it here. Everyone told us we should get a house in suburban Manchester as hubby works there, but that would have been no change from London (cept colder, wetter and greyer), so we were determined to head for the hills and have never regretted it. Come and join us in the High Peak! Beautiful scenery, fresh air, calm - yet still in shouting and commuting distance from Manchester. In fact I am off their with the kids tomorrow night to join hubby after work to have supper and see Mary Poppins at the Palace Theatre.
Think about it. Good schools too in the vicinity.
Ps: sorry, typo - meant 'there'. Horrific schoolgirl error - wouldn't want you to think I was completely illiterate! (cf Hadriana and her similar obsession with spelling!)
Ewe haff a phannttastick weigh with wurdz.
Thanks HotH: I've just blogged about our latest visit to Manchester, so you'll see I've taken your views into account. And, tragically, had to ignore them. Sorry! I'll be calling by your blog soon.
LWM: Thanx!
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