A hangover is the Wrath of Grapes.
Bogie nights... oh I have lots of those. And a few bogie mornings too; many's the time I've given the little 'un a goodbye hug at nursery and been touched by his extra big squeeze only to arrive at work half an hour later and find a bogie smeared on my shoulder...
Steve - ah yes, I remember those days! A parental badge eh?
Sorry, let's try that again.It's said that there's no such thing as bad publicity. Good for you that you had the camera at the ready and were sober enough to read the words.;-)wv: "bards"-- the opposite of those who wrote the signs that you photographed
Louciao- great WV!! I have to say I'm happy to be home, and home in blogland too - I've missed everyone, especially my wonderful siblings. It was a shame that I had a sobering few weeks away, am planning to rectify that ASAP!
You surely are able to see many great things. Makes one to walk the streets from tomorrow on with different eyes. Please have a wonderful Sunday.daily athens
Oh yes the days of the snotty, crusty shoulder.You always seem to spot remarkable things, I think I walk around with my eyes closed.
That brought back a memory; the 'Morris Traveller'My dad got one just like that. We loved going out in it.I remember 'Dame Edna' doing a spoof tour of the UK and pointing one of these to her fellow Aussies back home as a 'Half Timbered' car.That still makes me giggle now.
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