tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689440741629299606.post3716089263563667351..comments2015-05-25T19:51:24.031+10:00Comments on Nettie's Notes: Couscous and MessagesNettiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263822493403934722noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689440741629299606.post-84559763219396577712010-04-11T15:00:30.003+10:002010-04-11T15:00:30.003+10:00I meant to write hole. give my spelling a big red ...I meant to write hole. give my spelling a big red cross Miss.Daviniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816205028289012921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689440741629299606.post-36350799418035861222010-04-11T14:59:24.136+10:002010-04-11T14:59:24.136+10:00Remember when mum would make us take the shopping ...Remember when mum would make us take the shopping trolley and we would squirm with embarrassment. String bags always seemed to have whole in them and the bike tyres were always flat. I vividly remember the eggs being wrapped in newspaper. Gawd we're old!Daviniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816205028289012921noreply@blogger.com