tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post1139682995975641522..comments2024-03-27T12:08:02.812+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: Time. What time?Tania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-45704311935228452522021-09-27T21:31:21.096+01:002021-09-27T21:31:21.096+01:00https://sites.google.com/view/movers-riyadh/movers...https://sites.google.com/view/movers-riyadh/movers-elkhobar<br />https://sites.google.com/view/movers-riyadh/movers-elkharj<br />https://sites.google.com/view/movers-riyadh/movers-elmadina-elmnowara<br />https://sites.google.com/view/movers-riyadh/movers-eljubail<br />https://sites.google.com/view/movers-riyadh/movers-elqassim<br />https://sites.google.com/view/movers-riyadh/movers-hafrelbatin<br />https://sites.google.com/view/movers-riyadh/movers-elbaha<br />Sarah Saadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03862316474270607416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-52387612949034011952013-04-30T10:36:30.716+01:002013-04-30T10:36:30.716+01:00I never knew anyone at university who claimed they...I never knew anyone at university who claimed they wrote an essay without a crisis! Do not reproach yourself - I never did, I just thought it was perfectly normal. <br /><br />At university I almost always had music playing when I wrote; as the youngest of five daughters I was born into a busy talkative household, in a large stone house next door to a dairy farm, and with a mother who had a penchant for flinging open windows to let out the "stuffiness," so quietness was an unusual state of being. Birdsong, cattle lowing, fies buzzing, background murmurs, and distant TV burbling, always something to soothe the ears. Even exam conditions silence has throat-clearing and paper rustling.<br /><br />I don't think anything can be created in a vacuum, and silence for me is an auditory vacuum...<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13702475308562601190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-36180204310461702182013-04-30T09:30:18.431+01:002013-04-30T09:30:18.431+01:00That time thing... it should get easier with age b...That time thing... it should get easier with age but it doesn't. Wish I had known about Lady Myfanwy as would be richer this morning... Lovely Red photos - RachelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-61309958419452210842013-04-30T02:11:44.169+01:002013-04-30T02:11:44.169+01:00Thank you for the stone wall; I do like them. But...Thank you for the stone wall; I do like them. But, what are the wooden tubes lying on top?Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-37942976994868874662013-04-30T00:37:16.307+01:002013-04-30T00:37:16.307+01:00It is so funny, that I do not know you, neverthele...It is so funny, that I do not know you, nevertheless, when I saw this article, I thought, she would like it, so here it is, hope you like it: Kevin Krigger will attempt to become the first black jockey to win the Kentucky Derby since Jimmy Winkfield won the race in 1901 and 1902: http://nyti.ms/12dF8TT<br /><br />“My Derby dream is not, I’m going to be the first African-American to win the Derby since 1902,” Mr. Krigger said. “My Derby dream is, I’m going to win the Kentucky Derby. I’m here because I’m a good jockey.”<br />Mariannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10935094526316814423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-45362359277747153702013-04-29T22:27:43.204+01:002013-04-29T22:27:43.204+01:00Good grief The The! Not heard since 1986-7. :)
I l...Good grief The The! Not heard since 1986-7. :)<br />I love how you are working this evening like a student. I seem to approach every piece of work I get lately like it is an unwelcome homework assignment - there's heavy sighs, procrastination, a lot of snacking, a lot of coffee and 'something else' that needs doing pronto. One day I am going to approach it all like a grown up. Emnoreply@blogger.com