
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Friday Cake Bake moves up a gear

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Time stands still
Hello! Sending you all lots of love from Northern Ireland, where nothing much changes just as everything changes, as usual. Time has stood ...

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Hello! Sending you all lots of love from Northern Ireland, where nothing much changes just as everything changes, as usual. Time has stood ...
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Thanks Mags for asking me to post a guest blog on foodie things. Have to say I am a total blog novice but here goes... The Mole waggled his ...
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This is my R for Alphabe-Thursday , and also my explanation for a lack of strawberries over the next few days. It's half-term tomorrow- ...
5 comments:
Bloggisme: what a word! I may have to borrow it. It injects blogging with a soupcon of gazing into the middle distance, a hinted oblique importance. Well done for moving up a gear. May we hitch along?
I hope you didn't get sand in that.
I love your poem. I can almost feel the cool kiss of the seaside air. Each year is an adventure with children and they DO all mush together. Each and every sweet (and sometimes challenging) moment deserves a poem. Why didn't you invite me over for a slice of that delicious tart? YOU are the best, Mags!
Mise, I shall expect full credit for fraise lachrymose coinage; CL, yes, there was a crunchiness that didn't taste like sugar; and Pom, mush is how we live! Door always open for tarte in strawberry land! (Careful phrasing required there...)
The beach looks so bare, as if all the summertime goers are finished with it.
I liked your poem too.
Jody
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