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It’s the last of Fandango’s series and he says “For my final theme in this series, I’m going to ask you tell us what “your plans for September are.” Do you have any? If so, what are they?” I’m not … Continue reading
was not working with dogs and puppies as a temporary kennel maid. Although I loved being surrounded by dogs and didn’t mind clearing up the mess, changing their water or putting feed down, I did not get on with the … Continue reading
The favourite quote that comes to mind is this one In response to today’s FDDA
My blog would be nothing without my readers, and I thank each and every one of you.
Fandango asks us for a fun fact about ourselves. I guess mine would have to be snakes. I was not going ‘urgh!’ when this was taken. This albino python was damn heavy! I needed the table to support the other … Continue reading
There are many like her, some dating back thousands of years if you liked Ursula Andress in She. One woman left her husband after hearing him refer to her by this to a friend. Silly woman. I am talking about … Continue reading
is currently flexible. No, let’s amend that to changeable. Not quite as extreme as the weather, but at the moment frustration is leading the game by about 9 points to tolerance’s 5. The happy, laughing UTW (under training wrinkly as … Continue reading
Today’s theme is “hate.” I like to think I am incapable of hate. Instead, I say that if I dislike someone immensely, it doesn’t mean I hate them. In the past, people have upset and hurt me, and after the … Continue reading
Ouch, it hurt, because the opposition kicked me. I was about 5. In the real love stakes, I was a late starter and always seemed to pick the wrong guy. My first ‘real thing’ was very one sided though, and … Continue reading