tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post6255454146711786696..comments2024-03-29T14:38:14.572+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: HoneymoonYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-4333909262542423212013-03-28T04:47:25.786+00:002013-03-28T04:47:25.786+00:00What nice people you were!
Was this the print you ...What nice people you were!<br />Was this the print you chose? It's lovely.<br /><br />To continue in the reminiscence vein, I had been married for only two weeks when I went on a laboratory technician's course to another city. There (prompted, I assure you, by nothing but my reminiscences of my recent English biking tour and, possibly the glow of my newlyweddedness) my Microbiology lecturer fell in love with me, saying I was the best thing he'd seen since the York Minster.<br /><br />(And YP, don't you even think about insinuating anything from the words 'glow of my newlyweddedness', because I mean it entirely metaphorically. As well you know.)Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-27571864369883037852013-03-27T12:00:14.166+00:002013-03-27T12:00:14.166+00:00Your lead-in art coyly shows the woman atop the ma...Your lead-in art coyly shows the woman atop the man. Is this also reminiscent of your own honeymoon? Not that I really care. To each his own, that's what I say. Whatever floats your boat. (I don't really say either of those things.)<br /><br />When you swam under the shady mango and palm trees in the little pool next to your apartment, it's a downright shame that you weren't able to wear your Rupert the Bear swimming shorts. Were you wearing anything at all? If not, <a href="http://snowbrush.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-bare-ass-strangler-strikes-again.html" rel="nofollow">this post by my cyberfriend Snowbrush</a> may be of interest.<br /><br />My shingles are now in their fifth week, and I am still taking the pain medication Neurontin. Can you tell?<br /><br />Lovely print of Lincoln, by the way. rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-41751259914384892012013-03-26T09:16:50.306+00:002013-03-26T09:16:50.306+00:00I went on a honeymoon once. Oh, it wasn't mine...I went on a honeymoon once. Oh, it wasn't mine - I was working as a private detective at the time.<br /><br />Oddly enough didn't get the proof we needed until the very last day of the cruise ... (I wasn't born yesterday).The Owl Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11484484539144369129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-30755199004310583132013-03-25T21:25:18.399+00:002013-03-25T21:25:18.399+00:00Well I kind of enjoyed this historic look at the e...Well I kind of enjoyed this historic look at the early life of a puddin<br />Rather romanticJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-83482279620991446282013-03-25T16:39:43.084+00:002013-03-25T16:39:43.084+00:00Oh my little pudding I didn't mean to make you...Oh my little pudding I didn't mean to make you feel sad... Sorry!<br /><br />Never forget you're doing this for you, not for the likes of us scuzzy oiks.<br /><br />Blogging I love, because you can scribe your randomn thoughts and memories. I can well believe the feelings it conjures up for you.<br /><br />Better stop now, cos my humility pill is wearing off!<br /><br />LLXlettice leafhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17637631435776710877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-35291211307277138272013-03-25T10:39:24.720+00:002013-03-25T10:39:24.720+00:00"I guess this post will make a similar kamika..."I guess this post will make a similar kamikaze dive into the oily ocean of dissatisfaction and condemnation..."<br /><br />I'm almost tempted, motivated purely out of wicked humour, to prove your prediction but I derived nothing other than pleasure reading this post.<br /><br />I once found myself staying in paradise; a five star beach hotel in Mauritius, all expenses paid and a full programme of entertainment including a spectacular firework display. I was as miserable as hell because my family were not with me.<br /><br />This self flaggelation coupled with whimsical recollection on your part isn't a sign of homesickness, perchance?Hippohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09468795398813061897noreply@blogger.com