Friday, April 10, 2009

"Sir! It behooves me to reprove you
for the move you made in the Louvre!"
she said adjusting her blouse as they stepped
out into the sunlight .
"However, if again you'd like to try...
I know a lovely place in the Gardens of Versailles."
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6 comments:

  1. The Paper ApronessApril 11, 2009 at 9:23 AM

    Dear Uncle Count Sneaky,
    These just keep getting better! Are you still considering a book? Or are you content putting everything on your electronic notebook?
    Cordially and with wishes for a very Happy Easter, your niece, the Paper Aproness

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  2. AnonymousApril 11, 2009 at 9:01 PM

    Nice behoovin...

    New to your blog but enjoyed what I've read. Many thanks, I look forward to coming back for more.

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  3. JanApril 12, 2009 at 12:12 AM

    I'd brace for the sting of a rebuke myself if a hint of tryst is in the cards. Splendid slice of life. I wish my daily life is as exciting as this.

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  4. dave hambidgeApril 12, 2009 at 4:01 AM

    Your Excellency, seasonal felicitations from a small island off the north west of continental europe, as BO was informed.

    I have navigated my way here from the very fine alantru's blog entitled 'sick days'.

    May I commend this collection of fine literature, it is a spiffing wheeze, what?

    best

    dave

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  5. 3LApril 12, 2009 at 5:45 PM

    Almost sweet, but very funny.

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  6. TerryApril 13, 2009 at 10:59 PM

    Ah, wouldn't it be loverly?

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