HOW'S IT GO? "I complained when my new shoes were too tight, then I meet a man, ETC, ETC".
Just returned from the Central Coast NSW, OZ. Seen my little family, good things, best times.
Flu Injections, Bugger.
Caught up with my old mates and their partners from Avalon Surf Club, met the 'charming' Lady President, she is the first we have had, (another hurdle Girls).
Every body has had the dreaded flu, not me, but then!!!
Sick as a dog, whinge, whinge, then I met a man with no feet, stay well folks, john f.
Somehow, my agenda is not clear, but, if you can relate to a boy growing up in THE BUSH and THE CITY, vocations and interests, the many schools, my family, then we are getting close to a simple story. John Farley thinks he has an autobiography that many people will recognise, were you a new person at school, times 12?, were you a milkman, a volunteer. Have you lived on Sheep Stations, been a paperboy in Woolloomooloo.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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