If my mother could see my posts, I probably wouldn't be blogging.She was my greatest encourager, certainly an inspiration, but weirdly also my greatest inhibitor somehow.I'm glad your Ma liked yours!
I showed my mother my blog, she said I was dangerously close to the edge.
Susan - As long as she doesn't stray on to some of my older, more debauched postages I'll be happy. Or this comment, come to think of it.Red - It's their job to worry, apparently.
Yeah, well Mom found mine and e-mailed me to CORRECT the name of a relative which she was convinced was wrong. Sigh. [I was right, but why push it?]So I forge ahead and mentally stick my fingers in my ear, chanting, "No Mom, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" ;)
I had a crush on an Avril in school. She also had nice red hair... nice red hair. She must have been the southside Avril to your northside Avril. Then again, the 19 goes right across the city.
Damn heartbreaker, Holemaster. Mid-90s by any chance?
I'm afraid it was mid 80s Radge. Twenty years since my leaving cert this year*slump, deflate, sag*
*groan, grumble, gag*
Love these posts, love the tone/style/longing. I'm always on the lookout for other bloggers to inspire me. Thanks.
And thank you Scorpio, comments like this make my day. Much appreciated...
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