Friday, April 21, 2006

The Green Street Girl writes

Mark J was my neighbour when I was young and he was always the sweetest guy ... the guy who was sweet on my sister.

I strolled over to his blogsite today and found this ... it's delicious, and a small glimpse of growing up Kiwi.

I'll have to get permission from my little sister to send him her photo for his post ... but first I have to do some maths, as in 'When am I next going back to New Zealand divided by How long is my sister's memory.'

8 comments:

Di Mackey said...

Mmmm I can't imagine my sister forgiving me easily if I provide Mark with a photograph for his blog about her ... :)

As usual, thank you MsB.

Mark J said...

C'mon Wandering Woman - all the photo may mean is a little more wandering before a return to NZ - perhaps delayed by another 5 years??? :)

A school photo from 1976-77 should do just nicely - hehe

jarvenpa said...

Your blog is so delicious, and far ranging. I come away with a sense of having had a taste of far away places and people I should have known. Thank you.

Di Mackey said...

Thanks jarvenpa :)

Mark ... it would most likely be 10-20 with the possibility of a reduction to 7 years extra wandering for exemplary behaviour. She was a wee cutie at that age though.

(I guess we can assume she's not reading us at the moment ... or she's hoping that if she ignores us, we'll desist?)

Mark J said...

Still looking forward to the email containing said photo. My post is incomplete without it. I dont think Sands has read the original post yet - so still time to make the maximum impact. :)

Perhaps in lieu of the image I could blog about another girl who worked behind the counter at Corkin's 4 Square store in 1977? I'm feeling sooooo creative today ;)- and perhaps a tad self destructive?

Di Mackey said...

I'm thinking on this ...

Surely you could only write good things about that girl ... as I recall, the sweets bags were always very full :)

This is tantamount to blackmail, just by the way, AND I wrote that you were sweet.

Mark J said...

You know, you're right, that serving girl was a neighbourhood favourite. All the local lads never got our lollies from anyone else.

P.S. Never call a guy a sweetie - It's the kiss of death you know....

Loving the banter of this post though. You know I was only kidding about the Corkin post - If I saw that girl today I probably wouldnt recognise her - except maybe the smile?

Di Mackey said...

Lol, the local girls came to buy their candy from her too.

'Sweetie' ... kiss of death?
I never knew ;)