A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
I've told you, don't put up these bloody geographic postings, you won't get comments, okay? Wake up to yourself.
They are dreary -worse than 'The Way of the (fucking) Pear'.Almost.
I missed you at the Willy Lit Festival this weekend. Old Moll Catherine Deveny lifted her skirt and two bank managers fell out.That's the trouble with being a clone, you forget where you've put things.
Tis pretty.Lightning display last night here in Melb was pretty effective, too...the possums didn't know which way to scurry.
Robbert, it's current affairs and it's going to affect the Brit election and economics and the pictures are great. Nobody got photos of Krakatoa or the Titanic going down. Anyway I've been crook so you'll have to make do.Jayne, I watched it coming across the bay in the afternoon and I thought it would miss us until the first crack of doom. Even the cat opened one eye.I got a lot of tips on flint knapping last night and I had visions of the Feral Beast out looking for a chert pit today. They're a bit of a humourless lot though, I ended up waiting for a gator attack.
I love lightning shots. I keep trying to catch them with my dinky little camera and I did once get one, but it was years ago before my digital and the developed photo is long since lost. Also, it wasn't that good.
Only kidding (don't you know).
Of course you are and just for you, I'll put up another shot.
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