)h Raci, you are so, so right......
)h Raci, you are so, so right......
I have just gone into EB mode after many years, trying to control myself is impossible, I just WANT them again...I wonder if its some awful insecurity or just a straightforward longing? There seems to be a tangible thread running through the posts of bygone days when life was deliciously simple (or is that simply delicious), when one wore ladybird shorts,(yes I did and they were grey flannel just above the knee(that is a grazed knee). Iwas lucky enough to have bike and yes my mother would pack sandwiches (usually banana) and strawberries and jersey cream ( in a plastic bag ) and I would go off for the day, check the tides and go to this incredible island quite near to where I lived. I dont think she ever worried or noticed when I got back! I had tortoises and parrots and dogs and lived the life of George for a few short years....
You don't only live near an island, Raci, you live on one! Okay; I know what you mean! 
Olivia, I think we are all a bit insecure (speak for yourself, I hear you all say); that is why we are all comforted and get that special warm feeling when we read a Blyton. After all, where would we all be without the comforting knowledge that Julian's strong, determined jaw would keep us safe from all our adversaries?
Olivia, I think we are all a bit insecure (speak for yourself, I hear you all say); that is why we are all comforted and get that special warm feeling when we read a Blyton. After all, where would we all be without the comforting knowledge that Julian's strong, determined jaw would keep us safe from all our adversaries?
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moonraker wrote:You don't only live near an island, Raci, you live on one! Okay; I know what you mean!
I just can't see the UK as an island even though I know it is.I guess in my head, for it to feel like an island, that will always be somewhere that from almost every where you can see the coast in at least one direction.
