Attempting a new view every week or so from Scandinavia
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Before and after
Now we are back we have to provide for ourselves. Fortunately Miss T caught a fine perch on Tuesday which fed us all. Before we left Strawberry and I attended a cowboy and Indian party, but I didn't have time to blog it, so here we are:
Mummy says you look just like her. I think you look really threatening, although the silly butterfly about to alight on your hat brim eases this impression slightly. Love, Granny and Pa.
Mummy says you look just like her. I think you look really threatening, although the silly butterfly about to alight on your hatbrim eases this impression slightly, I'm glad to say. Much love, Granny and Pa.
Nea...I love the photos! Look forward to the happenings back in Sweden. This does not seem to want to work...maybe I will do the same thing your Dad did.
It's an eagle I think, not a flutterby...and with my Colt from my holster on my hip and lots of caps I kept all those pesky little party goers in order.
When we were in England, the river there was so full of fish it didn't look healthy. If I'd had my rod with me I would have tried to thin them out a bit, Pat.
Love the cowboy look Poo! I shall from henceforth think of you as Old Snake-Eyes! And please don't frighten me with your loud and nasty cap-gun! Luv-UC.
Now we are back we have to provide for ourselves. Fortunately Miss T caught a fine perch on Tuesday which fed us all. Before we left Strawberry and I attended a cowboy and Indian party, but I didn't have time to blog it, so here we are:
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Mummy says you look just like her. I think you look really threatening, although the silly butterfly about to alight on your hat brim eases this impression slightly.
Love, Granny and Pa.
Mummy says you look just like her. I think you look really threatening, although the silly butterfly about to alight on your hatbrim eases this impression slightly, I'm glad to say.
Much love, Granny and Pa.
Sorry about that. This machine seems to have got hiccoughs.
P.s. It's the black hat that does it.
Nea...I love the photos! Look forward to the happenings back in Sweden. This does not seem to want to work...maybe I will do the same thing your Dad did.
It's an eagle I think, not a flutterby...and with my Colt from my holster on my hip and lots of caps I kept all those pesky little party goers in order.
Very Garboesque:)
Oh I used to catch perch with my dear brother on Windermere. They tasted delish.
When we were in England, the river there was so full of fish it didn't look healthy. If I'd had my rod with me I would have tried to thin them out a bit, Pat.
Love the cowboy look Poo!
I shall from henceforth think of you as Old Snake-Eyes! And please don't frighten me with your loud and nasty cap-gun!
Luv-UC.
Nice war-paint Strawb! Shame you didn't have time to shave!
Congratulations on your fine catch Miss T. - It won't be long before you are making other catches and conquests.
Cheers GUC, will do my best.
Love Old (?) Snake Eyes xxx
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