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« Reply #540 on: 11:23:20, 28-03-2007 » |
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Where on earth did you find that very handsome gardener, t-p?  Looks like the young Steve Martland to me. |
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« Reply #541 on: 11:35:06, 28-03-2007 » |
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Are there any canine orthodontists on the board?   |
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We pass this way but once. This is not a rehearsal!
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« Reply #542 on: 11:36:22, 28-03-2007 » |
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Ah. The bulldog on the right with the teeth problems is too big to fit in the box but really - he's got issues there!  |
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« Reply #543 on: 12:45:33, 28-03-2007 » |
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Gorgeous ! The others are Hungarian Vislas if I'm not mistaken. I've always coveted one of those, yet always return to German Shorthaired Pointers. Irresistable.
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« Reply #544 on: 13:17:58, 28-03-2007 » |
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They remind me a bit of Hartley Hare (dodgy 1970s kids programme...)
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« Reply #545 on: 13:26:09, 28-03-2007 » |
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They remind me a bit of Hartley Hare (dodgy 1970s kids programme...)
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« Reply #546 on: 14:05:16, 28-03-2007 » |
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Oooh Pipkins! It's time....
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Click me -> About meor me -> my handmade storeNo, I'm not a complete idiot. I'm only a halfwit. In fact I'm actually a catfish. |
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« Reply #547 on: 14:08:57, 28-03-2007 » |
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Now I get it. Happiness is good teeth  I do like the dog helper sometimes. May be I can rent one with the machine. |
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« Reply #548 on: 14:34:29, 28-03-2007 » |
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I have a grass trauma. It`s disappeared! Normally at this time of year it`s getting ready to turn into a fully fledged meadow overnight, but now it`s full of bald patches. Well, mud patches actually. It looks terrible  I can`t see how it`s going to recover. Is it too late for grass seed surgery? Sod it. |
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« Reply #549 on: 15:00:28, 28-03-2007 » |
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George,
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I have a grass trauma. It`s disappeared! Normally at this time of year it`s getting ready to turn into a fully fledged meadow overnight, but now it`s full of bald patches. Well, mud patches actually. It looks terrible I can`t see how it`s going to recover. Is it too late for grass seed surgery? Sod it. George, I went to bed laughing at yet another of your gems ... thanks ] A |
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« Reply #551 on: 22:52:18, 29-03-2007 » |
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I heard a piece by Gerald Barry tonight (Things That Gain By Being Painted) which uses text from the Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon. This bit made me smile:
A good lover will behave as elegantly at dawn as at any other time. He drags himself out of bed, with a look of dismay on his face. The lady urges him on: 'Come, my friend, it's getting light. You don't want anyone to find you here.' He gives a deep sigh, as if to say that the night has not been nearly long enough and that it is agony to leave. Once up, he does not instantly pull on his trousers. Instead he comes close to the lady and whispers whatever was left unsaid during the night. Even when he is dressed, he still lingers, vaguely pretending to be fastening his sash.
Presently he raises the lattice, and the two lovers stand together by the side door while he tells her how he dreads the coming day, which will keep them apart; then he slips away. The lady watches him go, and this moment of parting will remain among her most charming memories.
Indeed, one's attachment to a man depends largely on the elegance of his leave-taking. When he jumps out of bed, scurries about the room, tightly fastens his trouser-sash, rolls up the sleeves of his Court cloak, over-robe or hunting costume, stuffs his belongings into the breast of his robe and then briskly secures the outer sash - one really begins to hate him.
[this isn't precisely the words Barry used]
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« Reply #552 on: 08:41:49, 30-03-2007 » |
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Yes, there should be an ethic code for leaving and parting. I hate it when people part quickly. (on the other hand if one has to leave it should be done quickly and less painfully).
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« Reply #553 on: 09:27:48, 30-03-2007 » |
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I'm not sure that at that time in the morning ( whatever it is - it is too early) it is possible to spend time on such things... more urgent matters must take over... like making sure that you are dressed properly !! Nice thought though!!! A |
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« Reply #554 on: 09:44:42, 30-03-2007 » |
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He drags himself out of bed, with a look of dismay on his face. Speaking as someone who has already fastened his trouser sash and has put his court cloak on, a look of dismay in the morning might be taken in the wrong way. "Did I really go to bed with that?" |
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