I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
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Mwahaaaaaaaaaa!!! though i'd be quite happy to be in the same country.....and wouldn't waste any more of your time - i'd turn my skirts into a parachute and jump down into your waiting arms ......!!!!!!
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Oh. I see, Your room's such a mess you won't let me into the castle tower?
ReplyDeleteyou two cute little sweethearts :)
ReplyDeletebtw, the phone, david, is a 1936 item, used everyday, and is old enough that the ringer is in a seperate box on the floor--we have another, slightly older, from the late 1930s, also works, but the first to have an internal ringer AND we have hundreds of fountain pens, all working, some well over 100 years old, and dozens of pocket watches, ditto :) we love certain old items---when ya'll comin' to visit???
ye-owww- eee, yikes! you figured out my secret .... !!!!!!!
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