tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post1659547972259693839..comments2024-03-27T12:08:02.812+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: Hardly a thought in my headTania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-32567572144188486012012-07-18T03:57:55.231+01:002012-07-18T03:57:55.231+01:00Okay, so let me just say this: NO, IT WILL NOT GE...Okay, so let me just say this: NO, IT WILL NOT GET OLD. We may, and will, good Lord willing and the creeks don't rise, but that "phase" will never get old, so long as you have Red and she has you. As long as you have Pidge and she has you. As long as you have us and we have you.Marchelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-81068757763275502782012-07-17T15:26:39.677+01:002012-07-17T15:26:39.677+01:00Oh, you Dear Readers are LOVELY. Thank you. :)Oh, you Dear Readers are LOVELY. Thank you. :)Tania Kindersleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-42097573830009726742012-07-17T01:28:48.022+01:002012-07-17T01:28:48.022+01:00I LOVE YOUR BLOG. I LOVE YOUR BLOG. I LOVE YOUR BL...I LOVE YOUR BLOG. I LOVE YOUR BLOG. I LOVE YOUR BLOG. (Accompanied with jazz hands.)Emnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-13995555654555216952012-07-16T22:15:28.386+01:002012-07-16T22:15:28.386+01:00Don't ever apologise. If I wrote my blog as n...Don't ever apologise. If I wrote my blog as near as dammit daily, as you are disciplined enough to do, I could hardly let a day go by where I didn't say the best thing to have happened was that closing spell of wakefulness when The Dog (a delicious little Westie called Edgar, who at the age of ten is now an elder statesman of pet dogs most places we go) tips himself onto his back in the crook of my arm and offers up his chest and tummy to be tickled, as the three of us - myself, The Husband and The Dog - settle down in bed for the night. <br /><br />If I doze off slightly and the tickling eases pace or stops for too long Edgar goes ggggrrr gently into my ear until it resumes. Sometimes he will lick my nose for a kiss, even without being asked. It's priceless. It is The Love. The fact that it is interspecies affection and intimacy is just The Best Thing, and utterly undoes me every time.<br /><br />BTW, have you been sent a link to the delightful YouTube clip of baby pandas playing on a slide? If not, Google it, but maybe save it for the next damp day. It will be like the sun peeping from behind a cloud...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13702475308562601190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-24049543963546862602012-07-16T21:58:26.584+01:002012-07-16T21:58:26.584+01:00What wonderful speckledy hens - do they lay speckl...What wonderful speckledy hens - do they lay speckledy eggs, I wonder?Mizeltohnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-28092808285009228972012-07-16T19:04:43.441+01:002012-07-16T19:04:43.441+01:00And if I chose to stop lurking and drinking late a...And if I chose to stop lurking and drinking late at work, every comment of mine would say:<br /><br />I LOVE YOUR BLOG. I LOVE YOUR BLOG. I LOVE YOUR BLOG.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com