tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post7987852957503250490..comments2024-01-29T13:20:07.366+00:00Comments on Little Corner of the Earth: SNOW'S ALL GONE!Avushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16512540148378201058noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-83222773463885406312013-01-29T22:56:47.500+00:002013-01-29T22:56:47.500+00:00Sigh. I can smell that lane and here I ma sitting ...Sigh. I can smell that lane and here I ma sitting at my bureau on a 21 deg morning!<br /><br />Loved the bluebell pic in the link!hhbhttp://www.notebookinmypocket.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-72747362487515062822013-01-29T09:13:53.304+00:002013-01-29T09:13:53.304+00:00RR:
Were you on something when you wrote that? Can...RR:<br />Were you on something when you wrote that? Can I have some too?Avushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16512540148378201058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-92219181457854009962013-01-28T06:55:40.490+00:002013-01-28T06:55:40.490+00:00"A front came in." No it didn't. Or ..."A front came in." No it didn't. Or rather you're reporting it secondhand. Fronts are only talked about by those men (there are women too but I'll let them off the hook) who appear round about 10.35 on the telly in a compeition to see who can buy and plausibly wear the sharpest, buttoned-up suit available in Lewisham High Street. The results are announced once a year at a pub in Sidcup where everyone drinks halves of mild, the winner being awarded a (used) Gideon Bible. After which they all go home to Catford and the process starts again. What you are seeing is a catwalk. Those white arrows, blue blobs and areas of brownness are the amateurish result of introducing a "disco" flavour to the proceedings in the eighties. They tried inventing their own street slang (hence front, isobar, "if you're out and about") but it never caught on. Until now. For shame.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31082363.post-9123848393340155452013-01-26T19:41:13.608+00:002013-01-26T19:41:13.608+00:00Looks good, so often snow melt leaves a drab sodde...Looks good, so often snow melt leaves a drab sodden mess. That house makes me feel nostalgic, I grew up in one with white walls, deep red tiled roofs in complex configurations, and tall chimneys, though it was a small one, right on the (pre-bypass) A41 in a small town in Hertfordshire.<br /><br />Enjoy your outings!Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.com