I'm slowly emerging from the bunker.
The bunker that was suddenly becoming the father of three.
The bunker that was moving house and saying goodbye to the neighbour from hell.
The bunker that is work.
The bunker that is life at the start of the twenty first century.
2011 will be a big year for corduroy. At a rough guess there will be at least four official days of cord.
1/1/11
11/1/11
1/11/11
11/11/11
That last one will be the biggie. It only comes along once in 100 years. Trouble is, one always has to be a bit respectful of Armistice day, that's why I'm excited about the other three.
2 comments:
I MISS YOU.
What? A comment on this blog?
This blog that has the air of the second hand bookshop that folk pass by whilst listening to ipods or reading electronic reading machines?
How charming and delightful.
You are also missed, you were mentioned in a dispatch to Listmaker.
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