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- Saturday morning
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- Ooh, I forgot to mention
- Predictable as always
- Being Granny
- Forty-eight
- Z enthuses
- Speaking freely, if indistinctly
- The Sage broadcasts
- Ups and downs
- Z wakes up and is bewildered
- Z relaxes and is looked after
- Z is chilly
- Yay! Photos!!(!)
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- A Day Out (I'd have said 'Grand' but the title has...
- Don't you just love it?
- Aren't, Ain't, Amn't, Int I?
- Z needs to stop dithering and decide
- Z drinks champage and it goes to her head
- Z puts in the plug
- Z starts the day well
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- Dear Norwich
- Just another Sunday
- The slim man
- Z bluffs
- Waiting by the telephone, just the thoughts ramble
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- The family story – part 13 – When Malcolm met Jane
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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?
8 comments:
Sweet! I can totally see her saying, "I like pasta, but not today, thank you!"
Oooh baby fat! I love chubby arms and legs. Pugsley is very cuddly and Squiffany looks like you. Lucky little girl, eh. :)
She has a politely determined look to her, hasn't she!
Pugsley weighs about 10 kilos and he's not quite 6 months old. Mind you, Squiffany was quite chubby until she started walking and worked it off.
sweet!
Do I detect a note of grandmotherly pride?
Quite right too, two real cuties.
Ah, you can brag about your grandchildren in a way you wouldn't get away with if it were your children. It's expected.
z! She looks just like you!
Especially around the eye, eh?
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