Yes that's right this is my 50th blog post! And I have been told to right more postitive posts by a certian young lady, however today I feel worse then what I have done in a long time possibly ever so this is all your getting!
Well Mr.Hardy, you'd better do as the young lady says, no one can ague aggainst the will of a young lady, they are fearsom things. If I were you I would run for the hills!
I've that or write a sort of positive post, and in it tell of how many posts, say, erm 51 you have writen. it does nt have to be long, positive posts rarly are, even on my blog, the home of the positive thought.
Anyhow.. I must go wake up, I've had a rubish head ache this afternoon and Andrew, and my grandparents haveing been making the worst combination of noise evr, hovering, and piano practice on the quee bord, turned up well to loud, and playing very badly. AGHHhh! no wonder I missed luch because I was asleep.. I think I only just servived death, I had so many strange dreems! But I dare say I will be knocked off my bike and killed next time I go for a ride... Life, don't talk to me about life!
Young girl! if you are reading this note the chear in Sam's title. The facts of life. My, Mr.Harman's blog is titled The long dark teatime of the soul. So who is the beter depressing blog writer? I think we kow it's me, because Hardy's blog though good is nothing next to mine! And his bike is not a scratch on my own!
Yes hello! I'm a man who has decided to leave my home land of England and pack everything and move over to Finland, and this blog should hopefully keep you up to date with what I'm doing
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Well Mr.Hardy, you'd better do as the young lady says, no one can ague aggainst the will of a young lady, they are fearsom things. If I were you I would run for the hills!
I've that or write a sort of positive post, and in it tell of how many posts, say, erm 51 you have writen. it does nt have to be long, positive posts rarly are, even on my blog, the home of the positive thought.
Anyhow.. I must go wake up, I've had a rubish head ache this afternoon and Andrew, and my grandparents haveing been making the worst combination of noise evr, hovering, and piano practice on the quee bord, turned up well to loud, and playing very badly. AGHHhh! no wonder I missed luch because I was asleep.. I think I only just servived death, I had so many strange dreems! But I dare say I will be knocked off my bike and killed next time I go for a ride... Life, don't talk to me about life!
Young girl! if you are reading this note the chear in Sam's title. The facts of life. My, Mr.Harman's blog is titled The long dark teatime of the soul. So who is the beter depressing blog writer? I think we kow it's me, because Hardy's blog though good is nothing next to mine! And his bike is not a scratch on my own!
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