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- Z feels warm and affectionate
- Z stops thinking about one year and anticipates th...
- Z succumbs to post-Christmas lassitude
- Z snuggles up with Tilly on the sofa
- Z thanks her Dishwasher
- Z is Going Shopping
- Oh yes, they are
- Z is Sixteen, but not at all Sweet
- Z only drank three glasses of wine all day
- Z has more holes than she did have
- Z is Even Calmer, now that she's Postponed Christmas
- Z is Surprisingly Calm
- In a nutshell
- Z is Cheery
- Z displays rather more self-assurance than is warr...
- Z finds the Venison
- Z gives peace a chance
- Z, at sixes and sevens, contemplates going one ove...
- Z is chauffeuse
- Z welcomes a Guest (part 2)
- If you didn't care for Goofy and the teeth
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- Is a Labrador cross a shaggy dog?
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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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I love Desmond Tutu. Thought he was an Archbishop though.
Personally, I don't have to long for hope, as I have it in spades. It's as cheap as despair anyway. What I do have though is a deep longing for my hopes to come to fruition, which of course is a totally different kettle of loaves and fishes.
A bishop is still a bishop, even if he isn't sleeping under a railway bridge .... ;-)
But yes ...
Hope is the thing with feathers, as somebody said (Dorothy Parker, perhaps)
Merry Christmas, Z'n all
So he is.
I think that you've dealt with horrible things resolutely this year,Dan. You've not let them overwhelm you and I'm absolutely sure that when you get opportunities you will grab them and succeed with them.
Cheers, Gordie darling. Same to you.
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