tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post843177536767715759..comments2023-10-26T16:41:03.302+01:00Comments on Blog They Were Making Me Write: Abandoned burblingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-14151819650956283242007-06-26T18:40:00.000+01:002007-06-26T18:40:00.000+01:00Jen, not at my house, in my house. Specifically, m...Jen, not <I>at</I> my house, <I>in</I> my house. Specifically, my room. <BR/><BR/>Still, being in an extension at the back does have its advantages - namely I can play my stereo whenever I like. Which is probably worth the odd accidental slug-icide. Well, for me anyway. Can't really speak for the slugs. Not unless they speak English. But that seems unlikely. If they did, one of them might have explained what slugs are for, exactly. Then again, no-one's managed to adequately explain what humans are for, exactly, either; so, perhaps not. Although, that doesn't entirely eliminate the possibility that slugs do speak English. Maybe they're a bit shy.Occasional Poster of Commentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07780858079455768452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-36914542032186023642007-06-23T14:20:00.000+01:002007-06-23T14:20:00.000+01:00There are snails EVERYWHERE on my road. If I come...There are snails EVERYWHERE on my road. If I come home after dark I have to dodge and weave to avoid them. I'm surprised there are any plants left.<BR/><BR/>Not seen any slugs though, maybe they are all at your house?Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12813076767205107138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-7961153610079040592007-06-21T23:47:00.000+01:002007-06-21T23:47:00.000+01:00Now that's proper poetry, random burblings that si...Now that's proper poetry, random burblings that sit nicely on the tum.Petinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12014136622953724713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-62690462720328209452007-06-19T06:27:00.000+01:002007-06-19T06:27:00.000+01:0040 days until deadline.(Just a reminder.)40 days until deadline.<BR/><BR/>(Just a reminder.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-319630213517423992007-06-16T12:39:00.000+01:002007-06-16T12:39:00.000+01:00At least you're trying - I haven't even got to the...At least you're trying - I haven't even got to the stage of opening a blank word document recently.<BR/><BR/>Must, must do some work. Sorry I missed you the other day - did shut up shop to go for a sleep.<BR/>xEmilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07420078171141065382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-34842513984951705782007-06-15T18:16:00.000+01:002007-06-15T18:16:00.000+01:00I might also learn how to spell butle. One day.(Ju...I might also learn how to spell butle. One day.<BR/><BR/>(Just a notice.)Taiga the Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00326784992553759627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70061787939424884.post-32922491188975519472007-06-15T18:14:00.000+01:002007-06-15T18:14:00.000+01:00Butle is a bottle, or that's how I might pronounce...Butle is a bottle, or that's how I might pronounce it, at least after three drinks. It might be found also <A HREF="http://www.joro.com.pl/komponenty.html" REL="nofollow">here</A>. I wonder if one drinks from that botle does one sound like a duck?<BR/><BR/>(Just an answer. And a question.)Taiga the Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00326784992553759627noreply@blogger.com