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- Squiffany ♡ Pugsley
- Later
- BABY
- The waiting game
- Spinning plates, my spinning head
- Another pot of coffee on the go
- The rain, it raineth on the just....but not on the Z
- Lazy Sunday afternoon
- The family story – part 5 – the Forties
- Just to destroy your mental image of me......
- A necessary question, to which the answer is alway...
- talking on the telephone
- Tribute to my patient and long-suffering credit card
- Z is awake
- Z is moody
- A bookish meme
- Z is tired, but still blogging.
- Are we nearly there yet?
- Z is feeling neglected
- No comment
- I do enjoy an auction
- the Family story, Part 4 - The Thirties
- Life as a granny
- Today, I'm mostly......
- the family story, Part 3 - Remarriage
- This morning I've mostly been ........
- the Family Story, Part 2 - The Bolter's Child
- Birth days
- I'm always following Geena......
- Writer's blocked
- The family story, Part 1 - The Bolter
- A puffed and reckless libertine? Um, no.
- In at the deep end and sinking like a stone
- The smoother
- what a way to make a living
- Misplaced persons
- Peaceful. And green.
- We Have(n't) The Power
- Not waving but swallowing rather a lot of water
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The Day Job
The Place to Go
Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands
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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?
4 comments:
Oh, that's LOVELY!
Aawwwww! What more can you say? Aren't they cute?
Little, tiny baby feet!
mwah!
the big one appears to be suffocating the little one. Mmmmnnn, sibling rivalry begins.
Thank you, Dandelion and Mhari.
And, as ever, thank you Banana for cutting through any sentimentality. What is a girl to do ? Assert her superiority while she can. The baby has survived so far, you might be glad to know.
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