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- And now I've told you too, I can't back out
- Humbled, yet proud
- Lucky no one was sunbathing
- Rabbit fool and spinach
- Memento mori
- But it's only a bit of rust ---
- Churchyard chickens
- Undignified collapse of chugger
- Hatched this morning
- Fill the cup and don't say when
- If I don't do it, who will?
- Cuckoo
- Post in haste .......
- Taste
- A moment of modest drama
- Seventh in the queen dorgies stakes
- Wheel they or won't they?
- What the baby said
- Typing with all fingers
- Carrots
- HAPPY EASTER
- Dot.and.carry.one
- More shopping, sadly.
- need˙hot˙air
- Covering up
- Shopping and, um, going to the pub.
- Pictures from Venice -2.
- Pictures from Venice -1.
- Too shy? Maybe not quite shy enough
- Reflection
- Biosecurity. Hm.
- Springtime and Stuff
- To blog or not etc.
- Camera shy
- Holiday memories
- Home again
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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