Michael: Ow, ow, ow.
Me: What happened?
Michael: I put my eye on to the bulb at the centre of the Death Star to look at it closely and burnt my eyelid. Ow, ow, ow.
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MTsays
I know moving house is important, and everything, but you haven’t written to your devoted followers in two weeks. What have we done to deserve this?
siblingsays
Yes. Loyal readers are checking in daily. Please post
siblingsays
Still checking. In case you are wondering.
MTsays
At this stage, I feel like a stalker, checking in two or three times a day. I appreciate that there are other blogs, but I had come to rely on this one.
Thank you for caring. I’m back! Though under slightly gloomy circumstances. You may safely rely on regular updates. The unpacking is what’s killing me.
I know moving house is important, and everything, but you haven’t written to your devoted followers in two weeks. What have we done to deserve this?
Yes. Loyal readers are checking in daily. Please post
Still checking. In case you are wondering.
At this stage, I feel like a stalker, checking in two or three times a day. I appreciate that there are other blogs, but I had come to rely on this one.
Thank you for caring. I’m back! Though under slightly gloomy circumstances. You may safely rely on regular updates. The unpacking is what’s killing me.
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