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Monday, January 08, 2007

Bloghuh? (first in a series)

Today's lyric:
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"Well they want to knock us down 'cos they think we're scum
But we will all be waiting when the bulldozers come
In a neighbourhood like this, you know it's hard to survive
But they'd better come prepared 'cos they won't take us alive."

Space: "Neighbourhood"
From the album: "Spiders"


Picking up from Witchy's lead, I'd like to know how, as we work in completely separate environments, Mrs.D. and I can get the same cold at the same time (rib-busting sneezes, running then blocked noses, inability to sleep unless upright) and recover virtually simultaneously?

I mean, I know that after 35+ years together, we can almost read each other's thoughts, but a parallel virus?

Read more about things that mystify others at participating blogs this week:


Blue Witch

bob's yer uncle

Depthmarker

Jen&HerBoat

Kitchen Witch

Purple Pen

Santiago Dreaming

Who Knows Where Thoughts Come From


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