Friday, January 04, 2008

One of the hazards of my life with family creatures in my house is that I can be having a perfectly serious phone conversation with Gert while cooking dinner and suddenly find that I am a shadow boxing target.

Explaining to a serious man in a supermarket on his way home from work why my concentration isn't so good is a tricky kind of situation to find myself in ...
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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousFriday, 04 January, 2008

    Yea, that's a tough one :D

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  2. C.Friday, 04 January, 2008

    ROFL! ahhh - the joys (and misery) of being part of a family. Can't live WITH 'em, wouldn't want to live with out them. (OK, maybe for one week while traveling with friends on some spectacular vacation).

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  3. Di MackeyFriday, 04 January, 2008

    Yes, I can imagine your amusement if an observer to said situation, Meneer Manic ;)

    Well spotted, Claudia.

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  4. VeronicaSaturday, 05 January, 2008

    I have no excuse for my lack of concentration. What's a Grrrrl to do?

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  5. Di MackeySaturday, 05 January, 2008

    I guess we struggle on, V.

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