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A get-together for UK personal finance bloggers, writers and those working in the industry:
www.helpmetosave.com/2012/03/write-on-finance-blog-up-leeds/
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This weird looking tiny caterpillar is weaving its cocoon in preparation for his final stage of life..
My 16 year old Tibetan Terror Sade, at her monthly grooming appointment. It was our groomer who put us in contact when we adopted Sadie 14 years ago.
Showing her age, her sweet playful Spirit comes through every day.
Finally managed to find some bits of rear door trim I was missing from a Carlton saloon in SCB Newbridge. Still got a few little bits and pieces to get to make it 100% but I'm very pleased with the difference a couple of bits of trim make...
Me: Do you get tired of this, like, ever?
Graham: That’s amazing.
Train: This is Smith – 9th Street.
Clean jump...
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Always get teased for eating salads, but I actually enjoy them. I was in Baltimore so I could donate eggs which was a arduous process where I hopefully gave the gift of life to someone.
"A very long walk ..." series
Bessa R3a + Ultron 35mm f1.7 + Legacy Pro 100 + D-76 1:1 @ 9.5 minutes (30 second agitation followed by 3 slight turns every minute)
Legacy Pro 100 is apparently Fuji Acros 100
blogged: www.etsy.com/listing/91572677/captain-haddock-cross-stitc...
if anyone would like a copy of this pattern (easy enough to get yourself but I've already made mine and might as well share) just ask!
...
"They told me you're crazy,
They said that you've lost your mind.
And I've got no reason,
to think otherwise.
You told me you loved me,
but I guess that you told me lies.
Now I see the real you,
that hides behind your deep blue eyes.
Wait,
And all our time has seemed to fade.
In the end your colors changed.
And we're now getting over.
Here's all the pictures you never wanted to take.
With your toothless smile that always seemed so fake.
And all the notes you wrote when you got bored.
I don't think I need to read them anymore.
It's all to confusing,
When I don't know where to begin.
It'd almost be easy,
If only we could pretend.
But how could I feel you,
When you'd never let me in.
And how am I to know where you're coming from.
If you never tell me where you'd been"
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