tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543011315858879643.post3134754545231846363..comments2024-03-28T22:24:56.822+00:00Comments on The Foggy Mirror: And Then, The End. Almost...Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07748642117191968075noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543011315858879643.post-32766123406893493382017-01-14T08:41:06.615+00:002017-01-14T08:41:06.615+00:00Caratacus,
Like it.
Life is a journey - go straigh...Caratacus,<br />Like it.<br />Life is a journey - go straight on at the crossroad. Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07748642117191968075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543011315858879643.post-17546225251158369342017-01-13T19:47:03.768+00:002017-01-13T19:47:03.768+00:00Indeed, Mac.
"Why do you always choose the h...Indeed, Mac.<br /><br />"Why do you always choose the hard road, Grandad?"<br />"Why do you assume I can see two roads, Holly Berry?" (My granddaughter whom I love beyond all measure).Caratacushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03676339602955090535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543011315858879643.post-30023366419447778342017-01-13T16:44:17.539+00:002017-01-13T16:44:17.539+00:00Caratacus,
I must admit to the occasional wince wh...Caratacus,<br />I must admit to the occasional wince when I watch Wimbledon. Back in the day there seemed to be a never ending number of tunnels to be navigated with very little to no lighting to guide us. Not even a hint of it down to where we assumed the end would be. But, in the majority, we made it through and here we are marvelling at the snowflakery that surrounds us now wondering how theyMachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07748642117191968075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543011315858879643.post-35316264665181098702017-01-13T14:00:44.157+00:002017-01-13T14:00:44.157+00:00Good Grief, Mac ... over the last few days I'...Good Grief, Mac ... over the last few days I've read this little series (almost Dickensian - a little bit ata time) becoming more appalled by the minute. I'll never be able, with quite the degree of equanimity I have enjoyed hitherto, to look at anyone holding two tennis balls ever again.<br /><br />God they bred 'em tough in the old days. And yet here you are, as splendid a Caratacushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03676339602955090535noreply@blogger.com