Maggotpies, ring and stories.

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1. Magpies sitting in the top of a birch tree.

2. On my way to work, my phone rings. As I have just passed Rob's work, I am guessing he's calling to say he can see me.

3. In the pub, Rob tries to tell us a story but is interrupted with bawdy comments. 'This is what it must have been like for bards. No wonder they all went off travelling - it was to get away from their bloody friends.'

Comments

  1. ClareSaturday, February 19, 2005

    This is an email from 'Matthew':

    I like the concept of your website, or "blog" as the kids are calling it. Here are my three beautiful things for today:
    1. Raindrops on roses
    2. Whiskers on kittens
    3. Bright copper ket... oh, hang on.

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  2. AnonymousTuesday, February 22, 2005

    He sounds like a cock to me.

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  3. ClareTuesday, February 22, 2005

    Jealous, m. chutney? He is married, you know.

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  4. ClareThursday, February 24, 2005

    ...Or on second thoughts, perhaps M Chutney meant 'Matthew' was a cock? I jumped to conclusions and assumed he meant you, Rob. I think that says a lot about our friendship.

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  5. AnonymousFriday, February 25, 2005

    I did mean "Matthew", though obviously I don't know "him"- I was just using a naughty word to get attention. I bet "he" is though.

    Oh, the ferret thing... sorry, that's really not very good. C-

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