oh Mary! I WANTED to, but he was sitting DIRECTLY behind the family, in the second row, and I was concerned I might draw their attention to his disrespectful behavior.
Struggling...
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No posts lately. Not feeling happy.
Quite the opposite in fact. I cannot believe it's only a few months away
from being a year that J left, and I'm stil...
Plague Diary
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These are strange and unusual times. I thought I'd keep a record.
This is the link for Stompergirl's Plague Diaries
https://homefortheplague.blogspot.com/
Saturday in Perth #3
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Cottesloe beach.
I've refrained from the usual photo of Indiana Tea Rooms with the Pylon
looming large in the background because I want to try to convey ho...
From my imagination
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Sometimes when I imagine something I’m able to capture it exactly. Then
after I work out all of the maths involved… I cut it straight out of fabric
and I s...
Postcards Twenty One
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Dear All
I was never good at taking the kids to the park. I did, very often. Living
in inner Sydney meant that that was what you did to guarantee your chi...
Is touch-typing relevant in the 'i' universe?
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*You know, at one time there must’ve been dozens of companies making buggy
whips. And I'll bet the last company around was the one that made the best
go...
The year in pictures - 2010
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Hi there! It's hard to believe its been over a year since my last post.
Here are some pics to show whats been happening around our house. Lots of
chang...
Even Monkeys Learn
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I've been keeping busy with lots of sewing as I just got a new sewing
machine last month. My other machine works fine for piecing, but was just
not cutting...
Change
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I have changed the name of my blog. When I first started this blog I have
to admit I was a little lost. I had just gotten out a really terrible
situation...
Love Thy Neighbour
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There have been whispers going around that we are moving house, and it is
true. It is sad because we will miss our neighbours, not the ones with the
barki...
5 comments:
Noooooooo!
One thing at a time, people. Are you grieving or are you texting? You shouldn't try to do both.
I am afraid that I , very quietly,would have had to say something.
Where was the respect?
oh Mary! I WANTED to, but he was sitting DIRECTLY behind the family, in the second row, and I was concerned I might draw their attention to his disrespectful behavior.
No disrespect meant, but how bad would it have been to have heard the "beep beep" of a message coming in...from INSIDE the coffin??!!
Anyway, I agree with you, some people cannot get over their busyness for one bloody minute.
Goodness. There is a bad taste and there is bad taste.
Mortifying.
If you will excuse the pun.
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