Mild, grey, still.
As the hunting season comes into its penultimate day, the tree-cutting season begins, and already the battlements of Carmine Superiore are ringing with the roar of chainsaws. Strikes me the men need a reason to fly the too-warm, too-close Christmas nest.
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Sunday, 26 December 2010
One season ends, another begins
Mild, grey, still.
As the hunting season comes into its penultimate day, the tree-cutting season begins, and already the battlements of Carmine Superiore are ringing with the roar of chainsaws. Strikes me the men need a reason to fly the too-warm, too-close Christmas nest.
As the hunting season comes into its penultimate day, the tree-cutting season begins, and already the battlements of Carmine Superiore are ringing with the roar of chainsaws. Strikes me the men need a reason to fly the too-warm, too-close Christmas nest.
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Vanessa said...
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They've always got an excuse, those menfolk. Mine's in the pub...
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Sunday, 26 December, 2010
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Karin said...
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I think you may be right, lol! Mine is up to his eyeballs in his mountains of stamps! - No cooking for me today, it's all left-overs!- More family coming during the week, yay!!
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Sunday, 26 December, 2010
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They've always got an excuse, those menfolk. Mine's in the pub...
I think you may be right, lol! Mine is up to his eyeballs in his mountains of stamps! - No cooking for me today, it's all left-overs!- More family coming during the week, yay!!
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