Well. That was a very interesting exercise and you all stepped up to the plate in a completely different way from how I was expecting. I thought I was going to be reading about your love for a bunch of places in Canada and the reasons they would be a smashing spot to hang my hat. Perhaps I could’ve been marginally clearer on that one, because I wasn’t actually trawling for you all to just tell me you want me around where you are. You are all either astonishingly nice, generous and kind-hearted people, or hoping to be lined up for some good Australian gift loot when I come back. Maybe a bit of both.
In other news, I spent the afternoon stacking beautiful red, brittle jarrah logs for firewood. Jarrah! I am officially living in a Tim Winton novel.
(ps I am not sure why the most recent comments haven’t displayed. Maybe there is a comment limit, and blogger simply can't believe this many people want to talk to me. However, the comments are still appearing in my email, so I am seeing them, and responding, although mine are also being eaten by the hungry hungry comment gods).
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You see what happens when you take away the carrot (i.e hope of gifts from Down Under) - people don't post comments. Now THERE'S a lesson in clarity. Ho, ho, ho
G x
No, there has been no carrot removal.
Except you're not getting anything now, obviously.
Ho ho, and indeed, ho.
Well I never - at least I commented... where is everyone else on this post?
(Mumbles something about not wanting anything anyway...)
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