Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I worked in a certain workshop in town in the 70’s with about 7 fellas and no women, the stories and the language was fierce, except when the office girl came down with a job to be done, then everyone went silent. She was a very posh bird, dowsed with perfume and varnished with panstick, always wore a mini skirt and had long legs all the way up to her arse, that was the fashion then and all the lads loved it.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
what a miserable auld lot of humbugs we've become talkin about death and up and down ladders and old dublin towns and grannies the only bright spark was that miniskirt goin up and down the ladder covered in gloss and perfume.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
We live in the middle of a forest – serene, no traffic noises magic sunsets and cool morns. But still have mains electricity and own water pump that collapses sometimes. Our local shops are 5 mins car ride away and we are surrounded by a reasonable collection of tradesmen to rescue us from time to time. I sit typing watching wallabies hopping about until the dogs are let out. Who would want to live in a town?Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
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