He's had fun this evening.
You wouldn't think a stand-up real-life auctioneer-for-forty-years would like eBay so much, would you.
I even paid.
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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?
6 comments:
Inside every grown man is a little boy. Often not far below the surface!
That's what is so endearing, Stegbeetle. They bring out the maternal spirit in me.
Zoe: Whats ur email id please? Will now send u that email.. :-)
zoesonholiday@hotmail.com (it's on my profile page)
xx
I love the thrill of an eBay auction...but what may you have unleashed there?
Lovely post below Z. Your Mom was quite the girl.
Yeah, he's bidding on another piece now. I'm holding him back, not letting him bid again until nearer the end. He has to do what I say, because he can't work the computer! Heh heh.
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