tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28571746.post2126490946754935513..comments2023-10-26T00:45:54.703+13:00Comments on More Canterbury Tales: Lazy Sunday? I wish!The Sagittarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05513045101496737031noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28571746.post-25217520832418936412008-01-15T20:22:00.000+13:002008-01-15T20:22:00.000+13:00Pixie, I reckon the powers who be really do hate m...Pixie, I reckon the powers who be really do hate me!! I am sure that my next meeting will not be changed!!<BR/>Steve - I bought my lawyer mate a Mr Bean pencil case when he was admitted to the bar. I am certain he was equally excited! am off to a wine.<BR/>Oi! RB< you must yhave been "blinded" by that choice!! hahahhaha<BR/>Meggie, I think you must have met Steve's parents? However, I quite like pencil cases myself....<BR/>As for you, Mike - you are soooo funny, are you sure you are American???The Sagittarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05513045101496737031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28571746.post-10930751325074533042008-01-15T16:39:00.000+13:002008-01-15T16:39:00.000+13:00I like to put off my chores until the weekend. It ...I like to put off my chores until the weekend. It just seems easier to ignore them on the weekend than it is during the week.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12325465720003721471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28571746.post-24294800356977372452008-01-14T10:57:00.000+13:002008-01-14T10:57:00.000+13:00Back to school shopping... I never liked it either...Back to school shopping... I never liked it either. Kids would always wheedle new pencil cases etc out of me, though, so maybe they didnt mind too much.meggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28571746.post-39884110161243635852008-01-14T01:29:00.000+13:002008-01-14T01:29:00.000+13:00I hate shopping.My granny always used to buy me cl...I hate shopping.<BR/><BR/>My granny always used to buy me clothes for birthdays/christmas - right up till she died (I was about 30 then) and the things were always unwearable and hideous. I once thought I was being very clever and said it was really nice to get homemade presents, thinking she might make some jam for me or something - but no, she gave me this pair of trousers made of what looked like old curtains that she had lovingly made herself. I wish I'd kept them actually.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28571746.post-25617941077947538112008-01-13T21:19:00.000+13:002008-01-13T21:19:00.000+13:00Ah pre-return to school shopping... how I hated it...Ah pre-return to school shopping... how I hated it as a child. New uniform always sucked. The only consolation was occasionally gatting the folks to agree to the necessity of a snazzy new pencil case...<BR/><BR/>Sounds to me like you've earned some alcohol based recuperation...Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28571746.post-40081820892873807992008-01-13T20:41:00.000+13:002008-01-13T20:41:00.000+13:00hahaha. well that cheered me up again! see you s...hahaha. well that cheered me up again! see you somehow!xxxHelenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03968788927489716020noreply@blogger.com