Parcel and card through my letterbox last night.
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I tear open the gold wrapping paper like an excited little kid.
It's HEAVY...
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Chocolate ? mmm yum yum.
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It's a book !
....Hope it's something I'm interested in.
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THANKS !!!
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Parcel and card through my letterbox last night.
.
I tear open the gold wrapping paper like an excited little kid.
It's HEAVY...
.
Chocolate ? mmm yum yum.
.
It's a book !
....Hope it's something I'm interested in.
.
THANKS !!!
.
.
.
.
i've got nothing up to now, probably not get anything at all
, looks like i'll have to play with what i bought for the misses
hahahahah,,, thats so hilarious!!!!!!
I know it seems hard sometimes, but remember one thing, through every dark night, there's a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it gets, keep your chest out, keep your head up and handle it...
That will teach you for proudly announcing you're an atheist
Hopefully you won't get a knock on the door from the JW's at 1.00 pm on the 25th
Mine arrived from Viva a month ago! I've been a good boy though and not opened it until I retrieved the Christmas cards from her on Monday, but I didn't look at the other things inside and just found the cards by feeling and not looking!
Oh I love those nutters.Originally Posted by Englishman2010
That will teach you for proudly announcing you're an atheist
Hopefully you won't get a knock on the door from the JW's at 1.00 pm on the 25th
Bring it on !
Always treasure a book whatever the topic,I have(IF E-bay values are anything to go by)made £4000 in the last 3 weeks due to buying a few boxes of limited edition books last monthI am not selling them yet,put them in storage,maybe the bible will increase in value,just watch the movie "The book of eli"
Maligayang pasko
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
You're right.
I've even got a few of my books given to me for Xmas as a child, plus three 'Observers' books I received as a 'Spoken English' prize I received from school when I was 12.
Any ideas as to how you came to receive it Graham?!
Yes, my next door neighbours are Mormons.
My rebuffal will be polite, as they are nice people.
Polite? Does that mean you will thank them when you are shoving it back down their throatsYes, my next door neighbours are Mormons.
My rebuffal will be polite, as they are nice people.
No, I will just thanks very much, and as it happens I WAS wondering if my existing supply of bog paper would see me through the Xmas period.
Can tell you're a tough northerner, i prefer nice soft stuffNo, I will just thanks very much, and as it happens I WAS wondering if my existing supply of bog paper would see me through the Xmas period.
Oh, it all goes pretty soft in the outside toilet.
I'm surprised you can find it to see it's gone soft in an outside toilet in DecemberOh, it all goes pretty soft in the outside toilet.
paper in a bog, you are so lucky, when we where a kid we had the dog to wipe our
Well, tried to resist showing off, but have just ordered a new car as a Christmas present. It's the first time buying a new car, and it's helping to cheer up the mood at the moment.
Although I'd like to say its mine, it's the model and colour (white) that my darling wife chose, so I think she's going to decide its hers...
very nice indeed,
i remember the outside bog, newspaper squears threaded on a wire, and the tin bath lolpaper in a bog, you are so lucky, when we where a kid we had the dog to wipe our
Aye, happy days Stewart.
Going up and down on the pedal of a fixed wheel bike.
Buying a 'Penny Dainty' or 4 'Farthing Chews' at the sweet shop.
Chasing the Rag and Bone man with enough old clothes or metal to get a Goldfish.
Toasting bread and Crumpets (Pikelets to us Yorkies) on the open fire.
i can only just remember the farthing, a little robin ,
push bike no gears chrome brake bars not wires,
rag and bone man , his horse and cart, could exchange rags, for horse ride,, blue and white tea
sets, and of course the gold fish ,,
and i toasted bread and crumpets on that open fire,
and 2 peneth of chips with scraps, the scraps were free then
just a tad younger then you old boys , but the rag and bone man, the bloke coming around the street on his bike to sharpen your knives and stuff, the ice cream man where you took out the bowl for him to fill and ask for broken waffers, and pikelets, i remember them well,
I am 46 and I still remember the rag and bone man,the french onion guy who was seasonal but used to turn up in sunderland of all places selling onions on stringsthe rag and bone manI remember the pop wagon that delivered bottles of pop and took away your empties every week
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
To those of a certain age, it really does seem strange. During my lifetime there has been an incredible amount of truly outstanding achievements and 'progress' both technological and social....what strange lives we lived
I consider myself lucky to have lived during such times. How wonderful, to have memories of an almost bygone era and then to use our smartphone in our pocket for global communication and image sharing.
It's like magic happened.
Me, I'm blessed
I agree, it is amazing.
I left England bound for Malaya when I was just turned 4 years old, but I'm lucky that my memory started when I was only two and a half.
The tin bath, the outside toilet, the two up two down was all before I was 4, the trip to Ireland, the stay on my relations' farm there that I remember so clearly was before my third birthday. Incredible really. We wonder at the complexity of computers and other modern technology, but still that thing inside our heads takes some beating.
they had smartphones when i was a lad , 2 tin cans and a piece of stringTo those of a certain age, it really does seem strange. During my lifetime there has been an incredible amount of truly outstanding achievements and 'progress' both technological and social.
I consider myself lucky to have lived during such times. How wonderful, to have memories of an almost bygone era and then to use our smartphone in our pocket for global communication and image sharing.
It's like magic happened.
Me, I'm blessed
amazing acheivments to have witnessed in a lifetime, but im not sure all are good
i used to do car spotting when i was a kid, almost all the cars were black, some grey and wow look that ones blue
cars past by either side of the main road, im guessing at about 3 in 5 minutes, today you try cross that road
Oh yes, my brother and I were great car spotters too...an interest that grew for me later on.
Oh, and we didn't get a phone in our house until I was 16....and I can still remember the number.
Did the rag and bone man have a Nokia?
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