tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post1506263996997007109..comments2023-11-01T00:47:40.605+11:00Comments on strange fruit: the fish on Sundayfifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06946945635726214503noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-74664386362541126312009-10-01T19:41:10.435+10:002009-10-01T19:41:10.435+10:00Wardrobe Wars. I remember those.Wardrobe Wars. I remember those.Louise Daltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18157994411440515015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-29570457960564549702009-09-30T21:12:59.116+10:002009-09-30T21:12:59.116+10:00Aww poor you. I have been in that wardrobe of cou...Aww poor you. I have been in that wardrobe of course. I have no real idea why men need so many clothes as they look the flipping same whatever suit they put on. <br /><br />I hope the clothes and shoes do not invade your space again. And that the arguments have ceased. Not the right way to start/spend a Sunday at all.RBnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-57423177573195076902009-09-30T19:51:11.349+10:002009-09-30T19:51:11.349+10:00Read this years ago in the Australian Women's ...Read this years ago in the Australian Women's Weekly. New man left socks all over the house. New woman got the hammer out and nailed them to the floor. I had a leave the shirt under the bed type man once. I followed the sock lady and one morning all his shirts were still under the bed. He had to iron the cleanest dirty shirt. Never did it again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-36651396588091495872009-09-30T17:00:52.620+10:002009-09-30T17:00:52.620+10:00I used to have those arrogant suits, jostling for ...I used to have those arrogant suits, jostling for more than their fair share. The shoes... not so much. There was a time when I had shoes! <br />I hope the cleansing sea washed away the irritations. Hugs XXMeggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13074676856646898900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-86348805016820388802009-09-28T20:13:40.418+10:002009-09-28T20:13:40.418+10:00I'm glad there are no arrogant suits at my pla...I'm glad there are no arrogant suits at my place! The mess here is of my own making.(well perhaps a little of of my chicks too)<br />Take care Fifi.xRed Hen (dette)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09620943527844246297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-6651307769967953662009-09-28T19:43:37.734+10:002009-09-28T19:43:37.734+10:00The waves rolling in from New Zealand are calling:...The waves rolling in from New Zealand are calling: “Kia ora. Swim a while, we know you well, you are welcome here. We often swim all this way just to say g’day, and to give our Aussie cousins the day off (Wave West Coast South Island said they were last seen somewhere in a pub outside Noosa).<br /><br />We and our Aussie cousins have never told you this before – just once we’d love to join you as you step out of our world and onto your land just over there. To read a book, walk on toes, paint a picture, laugh, cry, breathe in and out. A glass of Australian red would go down well too. Our days often seem endless, the same old same old."<br /><br />Take care, all will be well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com