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- Zrigsby
- Z Whittington
- Z is *sleepy*
- The fly in every ointment has a silver lining
- Z sneezes
- Z is firm, and so is her sleeping place
- Z tried ineffectually to get organised
- Z prepares to be Blasted Out of Her Seat
- Z examines herself
- Bug-eyed
- Don't go by train on a Sunday
- Z is Remarkably Cheerful
- Z is a fatalist
- Kith and kind
- Z keeps 'em guessing
- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SQUIFFANY
- Death of a pigeon
- Unlucky with cars, lucky in love*
- Z is an Abandoned Woman
- Norfolk 'n' cluckin' good
- There's a deathly hush in the close tonight...well...
- Z spends £7
- Z slept
- Z is going to sleep
- Altogether ooky
- Felicitous friendship
- Cosi fan (potentially) tutte?
- Huzzah!
- Zolonius
- Satisfaction
- Ssh
- A short post for a lazy Sunday
- Z knows her limits
- Z has a productive evening
- Z resolves to be a Stoic
- Z has Accreditation
- Z hurt and sort of wanted to tell someone :-(
- Favourite smells
- Z haggles
- Too much togetherness
- Say cheese
- Today Z has a bad memory. Tomorrow Z will still h...
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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?
1 comment:
I wish we had a greengrocer in the village. Unfortunately I'd have to drive quite a few miles to reach Al's. To far, I fear, to cycle regularly.
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