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- December leaves, January prepares to bud
- News about Andy
- Z is fairly mean
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- The floozie
- Chester's first Christmas
- Fair's fair
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- Z doesn't fall over
- The Big O, plural
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- Z's Christmas spirit has come early
- Z is listening to New Orleans jazz
- Wave A Knee Em Pea comes up trumps
- QuiZZical again
- Z judges by appearances
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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 see it's slightly on the huh. It's the way I stand. And nothing tasteful in sight, which is how I like a Christmas tree to be.
That's no oil painting in the background either!
Happy Christmas darling.
(I love the Floozy, but you knew I would)
It's beautiful. Merry Christmas to all!
I expect you recognise the hand, Rog. Originally sold for 10 guineas.
The floozie, like the tree, is a bit over-decorated. But then I'm wearing all my jools today, too, so I am too.
Merry Christmas, Zoe!
My tree has no floozie. Story of my life.
Some choose sense, Dave. Some choose sensibility. Some of us opted for the best of both.
Merry Boxing Day!
This is very profound, Z. Nor must we forget those that have scents thrust upon them at Christmas.
Love that revolving bookcase. (Or would you say it was a circulating library?) We used to have one filled with on one side with 19th C. sporting novels, R.S.Surtees, Nimrod, etc., and boys' adventure stories elsewhere, mostly G.A.Henty, with beautifully decorated spines and titles like 'By Sheer Pluck: a Story of the Ashanti War' 'For Fame and Name: To Cabul with Lord Roberts'. I don't know what became of it. Went out of circulation, I expect. Excuse me rambling on.
Happy Xmas to you too.. we had a splendid time here.. will post pics on Ishaan's blog soon...
where's the cake?
I do like revolving bookcases, The Sage gave me this one for Christmas many years ago. And thank you for the title of today's post.
Cake. I haven't seen it yet, the Sage's cousin Charmian always makes him one. It will last him months, and I will eat one or two small pieces!
Now That's a well decorated tree. I'll show Sam this on Tuesday.
Bravo!
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