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smokingbootAt work, this gentleman hit me in the eye and nearly took my head off:
In Sussex I got photographed up a yew tree. Never a great model, on this occasion I nearly broke my neck, right ankle, and the camera.
Over the last two days on a windy hilltop I nearly caught pneumonia.
Coming home last night I nearly fell asleep on my doorstep, which would have been a bad move cos this morning I was nearly snowbound.
Now I am nearly ready for bed. I don't care how early it is, the last fortnight has nearly killed me.
In Sussex I got photographed up a yew tree. Never a great model, on this occasion I nearly broke my neck, right ankle, and the camera.
Over the last two days on a windy hilltop I nearly caught pneumonia.
Coming home last night I nearly fell asleep on my doorstep, which would have been a bad move cos this morning I was nearly snowbound.
Now I am nearly ready for bed. I don't care how early it is, the last fortnight has nearly killed me.
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Date: 2008-03-28 11:41 am (UTC)Darling Boot, are warm, yeilding, and sweet beyond the ways of mortal comprehension.
Also occasionaly flakey.
We shall have cookies baked in your own inimitable style.
Are you in the general vicinity of That London any time soon that we may feed you delights ?