Evening, possums. Been out buying some pale pink and pale grey Alpaca yarn (for striped wrist warmers what else) and the lady in the shop told me about her knitting classes, hmm I think I might join next year, to be able to advance to a whole new level of wrist warmers if nothing else. As I walked home I saw a busker juggling with fire, or, rather, he was swinging fire on chains that were- ...oh nevermind, I don't know what it's called but it looked fantastic.
Ha ha when I saw that CB link
Robi posted I thought it said "Legend of Netibiza"...! Wonder if it's my eyes or my brain, probably a bit of both -
strange, that ...I'm such a foreigner, I thought you were complaining last night
Vinny that I was ignoring you but later on it dawned on me you were in fact urging me to ignore you ha ha... oh you folks have no idea how many things I misunderstand, only to get them two hours later... How anyone manages to learn a foreign language at all is beyond me.
Neti do you feel that you are fluent in Spanish?
That's rough for your sis,
Neti, having lost her partner like that and so recently too. I'm glad to hear she has a good son. /Why the hell is everybody around here a beauty queen that's what I'd like to know. My elder sister was one too, did modelling for several boutiques and once when she'd been out dancing and she and her friend were driving home they noticed in the rear-view mirror they were being followed by another car that all but turned his sirens on. Turned out she had become Miss [Name of Dance Hall] - without even having entered the contest. All my sisters are effin' beauty queens and now you lot too well at least I feel right at home...!