Cousins, proposal and needle.

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1. Cousins. We didn't have any until we were quite old and I always felt jealous of people who had loads. Whenever I see our four I remember how it felt not to have any, and it makes the having seem all the better.

2. At my grandfather's funeral, they told the story of how my grandfather proposed to my grandmother: he used the words 'Let's get married and get the hell out of here.' They met in Freetown, Sierra Leone, which my grandmother described as 'the arsehole of the world.'

3. Brightling Needle.

Comments

  1. soozFriday, December 03, 2004

    my christmas tree :)

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  2. AnnetteFriday, December 03, 2004

    Thank you for linking your blog to my Mad Jack Fuller site. I agree that the Brightling Needle is a thing of beauty. Since it's on private property I have never been any nearer to it than you see in the photo. On my next visit to the UK I may be brave enough to ask for permission to get a closer look. I have enjoyed reading your blog. It is refreshing to find someone who appreciates the beauty around them instead of coveting what others have. Annette Lloyd Thomas
    http://www.madjackfuller.blogspot.com/

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  3. AnonymousFriday, December 10, 2004

    How many cousins, clare grant?

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  4. ClareFriday, December 10, 2004

    Do I look like a bloody mathematician? They run around so much that no-one could reckon them. I suppose if I had spent three years studying physics I might do a better job of counting them, but would it be worth it? Ask yourself that, oh sister of mine.

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