tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post7989429198108953268..comments2023-11-13T02:00:52.653+11:00Comments on life's free treats: Observationsmeggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-22563182045812554702007-01-25T19:17:00.000+11:002007-01-25T19:17:00.000+11:00Meggie , I remember Juicy Lucy too , A clean ' e...Meggie , I remember Juicy Lucy too , A clean ' end' indeed .Poor old thing . <br /> Your SIL has the exact same Bromeliad as the one in your pic, as well as some , what seem like ,dozens of other varities too -- Some she has been selling at the Market , when they ' pup '. She nurtures them at her work then pots and sells them .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-63021518836678796372007-01-25T14:22:00.000+11:002007-01-25T14:22:00.000+11:00Felt immediate empathy for the muttering old woman...Felt immediate empathy for the muttering old woman at the station whose old trousers fell down....ummmm.mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-28215302245562789142007-01-25T13:45:00.000+11:002007-01-25T13:45:00.000+11:00H & B, I knew perfectly well what you meant...but ...H & B, I knew perfectly well what you meant...but I just couldnt resist!<br />Sorry.<br />I laughed about the glass eye, too.<br />And yes, DJ & I used to sometimes make up stories about people we saw passing, as we waited for the train.meggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-60700236340573893902007-01-25T12:40:00.000+11:002007-01-25T12:40:00.000+11:00It's amazing what you can see when you really look...It's amazing what you can see when you really look. I always wonder about peoples' stories...how they became the way they are.Dianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04652355555545315811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-83776347566739616942007-01-25T11:26:00.000+11:002007-01-25T11:26:00.000+11:00There is no place like a train for seeing oddball ...There is no place like a train for seeing oddball people. Once I was sitting across from a man who stared and stared at me. I was about ready to slug him. When his stop came I realized he was sleeping and that the staring eye was glass. Good thing I didn't hit him. Lol.Joycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17083924435653058457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880433.post-71955852972572372002007-01-25T10:44:00.000+11:002007-01-25T10:44:00.000+11:00Lovely pics - look at the colour !
BTW - you tota...Lovely pics - look at the colour !<br /><br />BTW - you totally turned me off that grape - I meant *I* was being anal .. not that the grape reminded me of an ... um .. anus.<br /><br />But now it does.<br />Eww<br /><br />;)LBAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05433555112198668513noreply@blogger.com