Next time you decide to sing from The Beach Boys Golden Hits at the top of your lungs while you’re preparing dinner, you might want to check that the front door is shut, first. Else those musical sounds might suddenly be accompanied by the door bell, a loud cough (which I’m willing to bet was actually a chuckle), and your own voice saying ‘oh crap’.
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Wednesday, 8 September 2010
Saturday, 29 May 2010
My buddy doesn’t care
Friendship.
When times are rough, it is something that can be realised, discovered or lost.
One friend, my dancing buddy, has been most forgiving of the silence.
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