Domestic ramblings on knitting, sewing, random crafts, vegetarian food, baking, teaching, raising boys, running, budgeting, good coffee and whatever else pops into my head
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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Walking in Cobden enjoying the comfortable walking temperature warm, damp, watching small children dash about in the park. A blond girl on a tiny bike she can't be more than 4, yet rides confidently without trainer wheels her fluffy pig tails sticking out from her pink over sized helmet. She powers down the foot path, swerving to look behind her she shreaks "you're not even coming ya fuckin bitches!!" which I think is a Cobdenism for "quick - I think our tea is ready"
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