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The blog party is confirmed for Saturday, 16th August. You're welcome to come and to stay over - but if you're staying more than a couple of nights, it would be better to make it the week leading up to the party please, as I'm keeping my options open for the second half of August!
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- Z searches for Big Pinkie
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The Day Job
The Place to Go
Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands
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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?
16 comments:
Nothing here either.
Hope you're all right, Tim.
Short and succinct!
Oh, you just did!
Thanks for your concern, Z. Pretty down actually, for reasons I can't share.
Four words isn't a post, John.
I sympathise, Tim. Hope It gets better soon.
Are you okay?
Warm hugs to you my darling. Just because it's a wet, cold Sunday evening.
xoxoxxo for you and yours, sugar!
Thinking of you. XXXX
Oh dear, sending a hug
Blogger wouldn't let me comment yesterday. Sympathy.
Dearest Z, think nothing of it. You spoil us as it is. Courage.
I have delighted you long enough, Chris?
By no means, dear heart. You make hungry where most you satisfy.
The sun does come out again. It happened here last week.
Comfort and strength Z.
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