Email to:My Flirting Days Are OVER….
You should flirt more KJ……said an old, old friend as he gently approached his red snapper and mash. Gently because he’s got things going on dental-wise that NO-ONE should ever have to face, even with private extras cover. I’ll give you the full details (and they ARE interesting) on another occasion if that’s all right with you….
FLIRT MORE! WHY SHOULD I FLIRT? WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO? WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME?
Credit: blurasis: flickr
Because all women who respect their sensuality flirt….and, from all accounts, you used to be pretty good at it….if NOT a little vulgar on occasions.
Well my friend: MY FLIRTING DAYS ARE OVER…….I’m NOT on this earth to make men feel better….I am here to volunteer my time for the common good AND make sure my footprint is on the Green side……..
Come on KJ……you still scrub up all right……everyone says that……
I’ll have you know I attend to matters of personal presentation for MYSELF…. I’m not letting MYSELF go (even though I’d be well within my rights to do so). I’m NOT here to attract the perverted gaze of desperate men…….
Gee KJ, surely BITTERNESS is NOT creeping in? (And will you please leave MY lunch alone? - my dentist says that mashed potato will be providing me with up to 78 percent of my energy requirements for the foreseeable future…….)
(Very sorry….plate hopping has always been a weakness…..) Bitter, BITTER, ME BITTER? Never!….call me OVERLY MADE UP, say my WAIST IS THICKENING but never, EVER accuse me of bitterness……
So, are you going to get off the bench KJ and do a bit of flirting – just for old times sake?
NO, my friend, my flirting days ARE over…..if anyone is to attracted to me it will be on the basis of my nice nature – backed up by a long and enduring interest in current affairs….
Bill arrives. I pay (as per usual…..)
Speak to me, speak to me……. Are YOUR flirting days over? Do you still flirt even though every available piece of evidence says you shouldn’t? Are some people born to flirt right to the end?
*And – to get you even more fired up, here’s the most woeful correspondence that’s ever come my way. CHADWICK, DON’T ever go flirtin’ – you’re a bloke being told where to go just waiting to happen…!
What about the Valentine’s Game which is about to start? I wouldn’t mind subscribing to a mailing service that, over the years, would sent a card to several women. Automatically! Out of the phone book. Never heard of ‘em.
Why not call it Val’s Day?
Just click on the ‘comment’ thingo and follow the simple instructions. The place to write your gems is at the bottom of the last published comment. *A little bit of counsel for people new to this caper. Your email (just called ‘mail’ in this case) address does NOT come up on site. And just ignore the ‘website’ space – not necessary!
Prawn Cutlet Award
February 8th, 2009 at 12:20 pm
KJ,
Can we have a competition? BEST LETTER TO VAL.
A draft:
Dear Val,
Happy Val’s Day. How are the chickens?
Ernie.
Mr Chadwick, I am very close to asking you to get your jollies on another site….KJ
February 8th, 2009 at 12:27 pm
Dear Val,
Happy Val’s Day. When lying face down in the mud in Nam…..
I called out: Val, Val, Val.
February 8th, 2009 at 12:35 pm
Val, I bet you never thought you’d have your OWN DAY. Whole lotta flirtin’ goin on!
February 8th, 2009 at 12:36 pm
Flirting is permissible on this saint’s day, St Hallmark’s Day.
February 8th, 2009 at 12:44 pm
Met young girl festooned with facial metal and her boyfriend covered with fake tattoos.
She wanted a drink and a flirt.
Boyfriend wanted reassurance from older Australians.
I wanted fun and a flirt.
While he sought reassurance from other oldies we flirted our bums off for an hour.
Good young bloke. She takes him to the tavern regularly…..
February 8th, 2009 at 12:49 pm
KJ,
May I suggest you desist from eating other diner’s tucker?
What is this obsession called: Phagorexia ?
Furthermore, Flirting should on the menu:
Prawn Cutlets………….$14.90
With Tartare Sauce……$15.00
With Flirting…………….$15.50
February 8th, 2009 at 1:21 pm
I love to have a flirt with Gertie
In a land that by the sea is girt
When the white cockatoo is calling
I always have a flirt with Gert
February 8th, 2009 at 5:23 pm
Geriatric Chick Magnet,
All in all, a disturbing tableau. Highly irregular I would hope….KJ
February 8th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
KJ,
I have a friend who purchased a Doulton piece of Bunnykins (long before the company moved east of the white cliffs of Dover) as a birthday gift for me.
She said I was three and because of that little lie, I received a birthday card from Chief Bunnykins for many a year on my b/day. It was lovely.
Don’t know about the same working for Val’s day. How many constants are there from one Val’s Day to the next? Think about all the AVOs that end once beautiful, sexually gratifying relationships. Stalking!
Don’t Do!
February 8th, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Dear Megsy,
I’d love to get a Val’s Day card from Chief Bunnykins! I think I’d like to flirtkins with him! Oh no – I’m coming over all fluffykins….KJ
February 8th, 2009 at 7:09 pm
Meg,
Why do we not have a Happy Lifting of the AVO Day?
Alternatively, we could have an:
I’ve Sent You an AVO Day.
February 8th, 2009 at 7:14 pm
If you EVER sent/received a Valentine’s Day card would you admit it?
February 8th, 2009 at 7:30 pm
Chadwick…….I’m THRILLED to admit it. During my flirting days I received many Val’s Day cards. They’re behind glass at the National Museum…KJ
February 9th, 2009 at 12:08 am
And you are prepared to take a lie detector test?
February 9th, 2009 at 7:25 am
Chadwick – Would the lie detector test be asking:
Are your flirting days really over?
OR
Have you been in receipt of Valentine’s Day cards?
KJ
February 9th, 2009 at 9:43 am
KJ, I was and still am an excellent flirt. Geriatric Chick Magnet, it’s the woman’s job to flirt. Why? Cos we know it’s not for real, while I suspect the majority of men think their pathetic attempts will land them in the cot.
February 9th, 2009 at 9:51 am
Dearest The Ginger Man,
I would FRAME any flirtatious comments that you care to make to me – whether they be on Valentine’s Day or any other…….
February 9th, 2009 at 11:20 am
I Nurse Try Do of Intensive Care,
I find Webb Addresse in Personal Belongings of Patient G.I.N German so I writing to you to say patient doing well as can be expected.
I Try Do.
Patient in induced comma.
Not speaking, but when I take temperature (36.4) and hold hand for pulse he say:
Che gelida manina.
What mean? He confused.
I asking him always….do you know who you are? what today’s date? who is Prime Minister? what day of week is?
One word he say: Rodolfo.
What mean this patient? He confused.
Also his hand tight on blood-stained scarf name Trinity.
Dog with Breakfast on collar he pull scarf off patient.
Not should be in Ward because of Doggy Do.
He have bandage of head too.
I write say please many payers for Mr German.
I like him though he old fart………
What mean Che gelida manina ?
Senior Nurse, Can Do, my cousin, she say he flirting in induced comma.
February 9th, 2009 at 11:32 am
Dear Fanny,
You are quite right. It is the woman’s job to intitiate flirting.
How should the male respond? Let me tell you about my triple bypass etc….or
I don’t get those iron things in your eyebrows, but they suit you…..
Flirting is NOT about sexuality: it’s about being appreciative, and it is not the sole perogative of women.
It’s a game.
The important thing is to know that the other person is willing to play.
It is NOT about getting into the cot which could prove fatal to a Leonard Cohen fan.
Some people flirt by eating all of your food, taking your chips, rolling half of your baccy, borrowing twenty……
They should be disciplined by the Flirting Ethics Board.
February 9th, 2009 at 11:35 am
Meg,
I love that dog Breakfast.
What breed do you think he is ?
If only dogs could write — and send us Valentine cards.
Come to think of it, I am going to send one to a Certain Dog.
Will Do.
February 9th, 2009 at 11:39 am
Fanny,
It’s for girls like you we lay face down in the mud in Nam.
And yes, you may borrow my Zippo.
February 9th, 2009 at 11:44 am
Marry Me,
TGM’s not looking too flash these days.
Bedside flirting could be the go. But watch out for the dog, could be jealous.
KJ: The Ginger Man is flirting while comatose. Is flirting under these exceptional conditions still classed as authentic?
February 9th, 2009 at 2:34 pm
Dear Miss KJ,
I dunno if you call this flirtin’,
could be more like stalkin’…
there’s this fella called Kev
who always seems to be after me…
his latest thing is to go on and on
about his enormous package
which he claims to be highly stimulatin’.
it’s certainly huge
in fact, I’ve never seen anything like it
what should I do?
can I trust him?
will it be all right
on the night?
and is it in the true spirit of
Val’s Day?
Or could I end up feelin’
a little grubby
in the mornin’?
Dear Man in Pink…..when confronted with a highly stimulatin’ package, I always ask myself: save or spend? But really, I’m jist kiddin’ meself. I always SPEND….KJ
February 9th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
KJ – please don’t hang up your flirting skirt – from a very young age, a certain Ms S regaled me with university tales of your prodigious talent in this area.
For years, you have been held up as an example of excellence in this arena – you are my idol! If your flirting days are over, so too are mine.
Dear Miss EP,
Just quietly, flirting and me were a very neat fit! Sometimes I flirted for up to 23 hours straight, only stopping for a quick snack and nap. I flirted on public transport, private carriageways, air corridors and hiking tracks…..I flirted when it was appropriate to do so – and when it was highly sus….
I COULD NOT STOP FLIRTING NOR DID I WANT TO……in retrospect, I think a couple of my (so-called) SIGNIFICANT relationships floundered because of my flirting mania.
Gee, it was dangerous for you to get in touch…..
I’M GOING STRAIGHT DOWN TO WOOLIES TO SEE IF THERE’S A CODGER OR TWO IN THERE TO FLIRT WITH (wanna come with me?)
KJ.
February 9th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
Happy AVO Day sounds tops…..
We’d all have to go to court the same day as a lead up (that’s really taking ownership of the message the sherrif or police would deliver).
Now, all we have to do is have a renewal of the gorilla (A.V.0-A-GRAM) costume.
Monkey do!
February 10th, 2009 at 7:52 am
Sisters,
For those of you serious about withholding yourself from the gaze of perverted men (ie NO FLIRTING) there’s NO need to feel vulnerable, alone. Currently, I am taking my lead from history – and, after a shaky moment or two yesterday, my resolve is strengthening. May I introduce you to my new role model, Miss Alice Reighly…….
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-Flirt_Club
February 10th, 2009 at 10:20 am
Forecast for Aquarius: bleak
This time of the year your sun sign dips into quincunx of desperation.
Expect to find yourself visiting dating sites and such like.
However there is no relief in sight (or insight) as your sign is a sad, lonely one and your quirkiness gets on people’s nerves eg. Karl Marx and Charles Darwin.
Yes indeedee Aquarius your flirting days are over and there’s a large queue of people waiting to pay you back for past flirting. Game over.
February 10th, 2009 at 10:57 am
Mr O’Slatter,
I’ll have to know I’ve just had a test flirt (couldn’t help it, didn’t try to fight it) and it went very nicely, thank you……
PS: Why on earth would I visit a dating site when I’m running one?!!!!
Kind regards, KJ
February 10th, 2009 at 1:50 pm
Dear Billy-O,
As an astrologer and numerologist you have no equal.
Five times have I failed in flirting.
I live not at the Well of Loneliness, but at the Five Ways
of Despair.
Me: Hello there. I note that you have five rings inserted in your upper ear, my dear.
Woman: Get lost, creep.
Me: But surely you can see the symbolism, the quincunx?
Woman: You dirty beast! What did you call me?
Me: A quincunx is the arrangement of five units in the pattern corresponding to the five-spot on dice, playing cards, or dominoes. The quincunx was originally a coin issued by the Roman Republic c.211-200 BC, whose value was five twelfths (quinque + uncia) of an as, the Roman standard bronze coin. On the Roman quincunx coins, the value was sometimes indicated by a pattern of five dots. Typically, a modern quincunx consists of five objects arranged in a square, with one object at each of the square’s four corners and the fifth in the square’s center. If the four corner objects form a rectangle, the pattern is still considered a quincunx.
The significance of the quincunx pattern originates in Pythagorean mathematical mysticism. This pattern lies at the heart of the Pythagorean tetraktys, a pyramid of ten dots. To the Pythagoreans the number five held particular significance and the quincunx pattern represented this significance
Woman: Get away from me or I’ll call the cops……….
February 10th, 2009 at 1:56 pm
Man in Pink,
Have you ever received an enormous package which when opened revealed something small, beautiful and Pink?
Nothing like a rose on Val’s Day.
February 10th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
I Nurse Try Do of Intensive Care.
I say when I hold hand of Patient G.I.N.German (36.4C) you in induced comma! You confused! Why you talk like Pizza Man? What name Prime Minister, what day today?
Patient say again, Rodolfo.
You speak Inglish in Comma, right? Inglish! You Try Do!
He say Thy tiny hand is frozen.
I say, no it is 37.0C.
He say:
How cold your little hand is!
Let me warm it for you.
What’s the use of searching?
We’ll never find it in the dark.
But luckily
there’s a moon,
and she’s our neighbour here.
Just wait, my dear young lady,
and meanwhile I’ll tell you
in a word
who and what I am.
Shall I?
Try Do say to Man in Comma, You confused! What name Prime Minister?, Who Who? Please Try Do.
Patient say:
Who am I? I’m a poet.
My business? Life.
How do I live? I live.
In my happy poverty
I squander like a prince
my poems and songs of love.
In hopes and dreams
and castles in air,
I’m a millionaire in spirit.
But sometimes my strong box
is robbed of all its jewels
by two thieves: a pair of pretty eyes.
They came in now with you
and all my lovely dreams,
my dreams of the past,
were soon stolen away.
But the theft doesn’t upset me,
since the empty place was filled
with hope.
Now that you know me,
it’s your turn to speak.
(cough, cough, cough) Who are you? Will you tell me?
I say to Patient,
They call me Mu Mu
But my real name is Try Do.
I call Doctor, tell him patient is still in Comma, and is Confused!
Doctor say, he has Rodolfo Syndrome. Ten mgm Valium hourly.
I say, Okay, Try Do.
February 10th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
Bill,
Good to see you spreading culture and knowledge of the
quincunx of desperation..
I tried to recite a limerick on this topic at a Poetry Festival.
Alas, I was arrested..
February 10th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Dear KJ,
Mr Darcy was certainly not a flirt.
By the way, if a man says on the telephone: What are you wearing? Is he flirting?
My dear Pandora,
No, that man is NOT flirting. He is in completely different territory. It is called phone sex. Many people find it enjoyable, particularly when (for whatever reason) physical intimacy is impossible. By the way, don’t worry if the answer is: Flannette PJs and old footy socks. That’s not the point…… KJ.
February 11th, 2009 at 9:13 am
Dear KJ,
Although we’ve never met,
I feel I know you.
(I put this down to similar early religious experiences).
Can I just say……?
Can I just say……?
My staff have drawn my attention
to your magnificent blog
and in particular comments re the
size of my stimulatory package…..
As you know it’s huge,
and while generally causing not a little excitement,
I have to say a few poor souls just don’t get it.
The Man in Pink has a sleazy, disturbing tone -
(reminds me of that photographer who hangs around the kiddies’ playground)
And then there’s our old friend Malcolm,
who between you and I,
suffers from that condition that’s as old as the Bible
and – incidentally causes huge angst in the flirting stakes -
The Green Eyed Monster.
In his dreams he’d just love to be doin’ what I’m a-doin’ – flirtin’ Big Time & introducing his own stimulatin’ package.
Meanwhile I have MORE GOOD NEWS….
By V-day, my package will be even bigger.
Even better.
God Bless you and your followers.
February 11th, 2009 at 10:55 am
Dear The Rev Kev,
It’s taken a while to get back to YOU – I’ve had to put my desk fan on full blast and put an esky ice thingo on my head……such is the primal nature of your missive……
I agree with you re poor old Malcolm. He CANNOT stand being second best. Is it true that when he answers the phone he says: Hello Malcolm here, BEST Opposition leader of a small but BEST Opposition ever…..
And you? In the interests of responsible government, PLEASE give us all ample warning before you roll out your full stimulatin’ package…..KJ
February 11th, 2009 at 2:01 pm
Dear Rev Kev,
Your stimulatory package is long on optimism, but short on detail.
The market is also very sluggish.
All indicators point to a downturn.
Is this a case of Mr Socks in Jocks to the rescue?
February 11th, 2009 at 2:21 pm
Why have video telephones not taken off? The technology is there, but not the market.
Why? Would not video access accentuate phone flirting?
The answer is not difficult to discover.
Sure, the voice is velvet and she says:
I’m just slipping into something more comfortable. You imagine something silken because my body’s just burning up and I’ve had to put my desk fan on full blast and put an esky ice thingo on my head.
Truth is, she is wearing traditional, regulation, standard Australian Female Nightware: red and white football socks, bloomers Aunty left behind, a beanie and a chenille bedspread for a cloak.
And she’s saying to you: What are you wearing, then?
A video phone would show you are wearing more or less a male version of the same costume, except the bloomers are Uncle Stan’s longjohns, and a Cronulla Flag. You haven’t shaved for three days and she hasn’t cut her toenails.
But you are both talking like you are in Passions or Days of Our Lives.
Videophones shatter all illusion.
We do not need a reality check for phone phlirting.
February 11th, 2009 at 2:48 pm
The Dude,
Perhaps you’d be interested to know that currently I’m experimenting with garments that do the job as both day and night wear.
I recently trialled a (dare I say?) very roomy simple ’straight through’ dress by a Chinese designer I hadn’t come across before – Wear Me.
I’m not very good on fabrics but I’d say this particular garment is 30% chamois, 50% polyester and 20% wettex.
Guess what? I wore THE garment all Friday, ‘overnighted’ with it that evening and repeated the sequence until Monday morning…….
Reaction? ZILCH! (perfect result…)
I’m trialling a tiger print jumpsuit this weekend.
February 11th, 2009 at 2:55 pm
KJ,
You omitted any mention of football socks.
A polygraph test:
Are you wearing/ or have you ever
Worn Football Socks?
Yes or No.
February 11th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
The Dude,
YES.
I wore Leeton Redlegs footy socks every winter night until my dear ‘reddies’ merged with the Whitton Tigers to become the Crows.
I will NOT wear Crows socks, I WILL NOT!
Anything else? KJ
February 11th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
KJ,
I feel better now.
Is that what you are saying?
Wasn’t hard, was it ?
You are a pioneer!
If the 1,898,063 other football sock wearers can follow you in The Magnificent Confession we can go forth, socked and unashamed, socked and unafraid, socked and serene.
The Leeton Redlegs will lead the way forward.
Can we do it?
YES WE CAN.
February 11th, 2009 at 5:13 pm
If flirting becomes part of a serious search for a partner should it evolve into a mutual disclosure of little ailments, physical idiosyncracies? If we open up to the friendly family doctor in a climate of trust why not with a possible future partner?
I have a small characteristic a la derriere, as do many people. Should I disclose this post flirting, or should I keep others in the dark?
What of love then, when the lights come on?
February 11th, 2009 at 5:18 pm
Dear White Knuckle,
I will not have a relationship with anyone unless I can be sure they are physically without blemish, so dak dropping is absolutely essential.
Not all inspections are confined to the Leeton Cannery.
Hello The Dude and all history buffs……may I appraise you? When the Letona Cannery was operating – dak dropping was allegedly NOT unknown on the nightshift. The venue? The Sugar Room (where the sugar was kept and weighed before being taken down to the process lines). The Sugar Room was located above the canning floor in an alcove. I did a couple of seasons but NEVER went into the mysterious Sugar Room. I was, however, on site for a very Historic Sweetening Occasion – the weighing of the first saccharin ever used in Letona tinned fruit. I could not, just COULD NOT believe that I’d be now able to eat hundreds of tins of two fruits- and NOT get fat. Since that day, I have also admired very much the work of food technologists. Their tireless efforts are yet to (rightfully) acknowledged.
February 12th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
Can this blog get any weirder?
February 12th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
Hello there jerry – Try Do! KJ
February 12th, 2009 at 5:01 pm
Dear Herr jerry bowen,
Thank you for asking.
You have asked a question without offering any personal case history.
You find your surroundings here strange, weird?
Please tell us of your fears.
You may be suffering from Cyberphobiaitische.
Why do you use the word weird?
weird
adjective, -er, -est, noun
–adjective
1. involving or suggesting the supernatural; unearthly or uncanny: a weird sound; weird lights.
2. fantastic; bizarre: a weird getup.
3. Archaic. concerned with or controlling fate or destiny.
–noun Chiefly Scot.
4. fate; destiny.
5. fate (def. 6).
Origin:
bef. 900; (n.) ME (northern form of wird), OE wyrd; akin to worth 2 ; (adj.) ME, orig. attributive n. in phrase werde sisters the Fates (popularized as appellation of the witches in Macbeth)
Was werde Sir?
February 12th, 2009 at 6:47 pm
Dear The Man in Pink, Rev Kev, KJ and everyone,
You have hit the BIGTIME with your discussion of The Stimulatory Package.
Today, The Ellen DeGeneres Show (Channel Nine) midst its mix of celebrity interviews, chart-topping and up-and-coming musical performances, audience participation games and segments referred to guess what?
The Stimulatory Package.
Ellen was discussing various Valentine’s Day gifts.
She produced a pair of bright red male underpants.
She said they would be the perfect wrapping for:
The Stimulatory Package!
So, there you go, international trend-setters.
Congrats. You read it here first, folks.
Hello The Dude: we all desperately wanted a daytime television correspondent and here you are. Congratulations!
Sadly, it now looks like Rev Kev’s Highly Stimulatin’ Package will not, CANNOT be rolled out in its original glory. Senator Nick Xenaphon is to blame. He’s very anti-pokie. KJ
February 12th, 2009 at 9:33 pm
Professor Schwarzenheim,
I think the correct term is Cybercoprophobia. And pray tell how does Ellen use pairs of bright red male underpants in her daily life.
Slick Megaphone is more interested in his Murray Darling (as KJ Ms Murrumbidgee ‘75 well knows) and anti-pokie has taken a back seat.
February 12th, 2009 at 10:09 pm
Patient G.I.N.German still in comma.
I putting Valentino card by bed.
I kissim soft on head.
Nobody see.
Rooral doctor come he say.
Hot water and plenty of it.
I say though no understand (I confused)
Try Do.
February 13th, 2009 at 8:54 am
Dear Herr O”Slatter,
The problem is not as you suggest fear of excreta which is outside my Denkart.
As for the American TV star and the underpants perhaps this was an example of female Dystimulation Syndrome.
Men who talk constantly about Stimulatory Package on the other hand may be suffering from Orifice Envy, a serious but treatable condition.
Fear of the ‘werde’ (becoming) that is how things are developing or becoming (’weird’ ?) is becoming common in the post Bush-Howard-Blair period.
Salem and the McCarthy period and crackdowns on eccentric behaviour are part of the phobia that is generated by an obsessional fear of the weird.
I hope this information is of assistance.
February 13th, 2009 at 3:51 pm
How to play the Xenophone while flirting with Independent Senators.
The Xenophone is part of the Political Percussion family and is thought to have originated in Greece.
. Comprised of wooden skull frontal lobes of differing lengths going from longer bars to shorter bars.
The Xenophone makes its tones as you hit its head with wooden or rubber mallets.
It is part of the family of Water Music Instruments.
It sometimes accompanies The Stimulator which is reputed to have therapeutic vibratory qualities..
February 13th, 2009 at 5:23 pm
Very lern-u-taining Professor Schwarzenheim, but I suspect there is more to these things than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
February 13th, 2009 at 7:56 pm
Can Geriatric Chick Magnet visit my tavern sometime? Such piercing wit. Such seductive prose. You just can’t teach that sort of stuff. That’s old time flirting at it’s best.
February 13th, 2009 at 8:04 pm
ps. I should add… mad, menopaused and married. I’m about to hoe into my Valentines Day cherry liqueur chocolates even though there’s 3 hours to kill before blast off. Hubby’s off playing poker this evening and as I bought my own present, I’ll eat them whenever I want.
His surprise present to me was locking his keys in a colleague’s car today, requiring me to drive him everywhere all weekend. My surprise present to him might involve a dog. I’ve always wanted one and the sharks are busy.
My dear Mad & Menopaused – so……on St Val’s Day Eve, your hubby is ‘off playing poker…’ while you sit at home with a Royal FLUSH – and NO one to play with. Divorce him. KJ
February 13th, 2009 at 8:43 pm
Herr Bill,
Viele danke!
Dreams?
Please tell me about yours.
February 14th, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Hey Mad and Menopaused, you are not mad, just practical. Like you, enjoying self-purchased chokkies, I am gazing at a room FULL of floral tributes, ie. self picked pansies, roses, gerberas … every one in my suburb is out searching for their annuals. Ashamed? NO, proud of industrious women like we two.
Fanny.
February 14th, 2009 at 9:04 pm
Dear Mad & Menopaused ,
There is a tavern in the town, in the town
And there dear girl we sit us down, sit us down
And drink and laugh as merry as can be
But who’s that man a-watching me?
February 18th, 2009 at 9:30 am
No sign of the Dean on V day..or any other day. I have tried the food hall, the forecourt and mobile cafe cart just to the west of the student green. Maybe the secret (it has to be that way) card/gift has been lost in the internal mail? My only hope is once teaching begins the Dean will ask for my advice in some readings for the library e-list. Oh what have I done?