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Awwww thanks Clover.
Apart from being old now it WILL be a great one.
And thank you for the beautiful bracelet, I love it, but you already know that.
xxxxx
But legit!
:lol:
Its the same here in Canada.. any time the phone guy needs to come round or oil etc….its an all day appt, cant give an exact or even approximate time anywhere from 8am to 5 pm, so we sit and wait around all day and they dont show untill 3 or later.
Even if you wernt grumpy before that is bound to make you.
A Monday home from work.
@pikey wrote:
Really, it’s no bother. I’m glad you’re not being too grumpy. For a moment I feared the stress and strain might bring on one of your ‘attacks’. One of your little characters would then have had to have visited us and told us all how brave you had been and how if it wasn’t for naughty Pikey you probably would have made it but, in the end, you’d lost your heroic struggle – quoting bittersweet poetry to the end.
Imagine how upset I would’ve been.
Feel better Pikey?
That was almost as nasty as your post to Dagger a few years back regarding his daughters.
Some things never change.
Heartburn
Pikey……You were an ar.sehole 4 years ago and you are still one.
1). Going On A Bear Hunt.
2). Alice The Camel
3). All The Pretty Little Horses.
Which day of the week is your least favorite?
TO THE LAKE
In Spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less –
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody –
Then – ah, then, I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight –
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define –
Nor Love – although the love were thine.Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining –
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.EDGAR ALLAN POE
