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The blog party is confirmed for Saturday, 16th August. You're welcome to come and to stay over - but if you're staying more than a couple of nights, it would be better to make it the week leading up to the party please, as I'm keeping my options open for the second half of August!
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- Z feels frivolous
- Still sleeping the day away
- Whatever 'normal' is ...
- So, how well does my husband know me?
- Jesus is back!!(!)
- The razor-blade is too sharp to hurt much
- 197 years and 8 months
- Z catches up with the rest of the country
- Are you being served?
- Guilt kicked in
- Eight yards of silk and a glass of beer
- Is it too early to mention Christmas?
- Imperfect memories
- A veggie weekend
- The two year birthday and other ponders
- Coos and bills
- GRR - in a good-humoured way, of course
- I thought I'd be a Daimler Dart, but this'll do
- Of booze and hips and healing whacks, of adjective...
- The family that drinks together links together
- Z is sentimental
- Saturday morning ramble across the keyboard
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- Strutting their Stuff
- Praising older women - and younger men - and older...
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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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We have the in BATHROOM for some reason. Bless.
Particularly fruitily scented soap? Funny, how they go from being a mild nuisance in August to stalwart little things in December. Mind you, I'm sentimental anyway - I'm keeping quiet about the mouse I think I hear scratching away in the wall behind my desk.
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