tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post6415192476028094604..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: scrap book, volcano, handkerchiefAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-31489017018570753272011-05-03T07:57:15.910+01:002011-05-03T07:57:15.910+01:00Hah, hah, hah! I was brought up to blow my nose on...Hah, hah, hah! I was brought up to blow my nose on my handkerchief - a measure of the middle-classes I always thought. Now I have a shocking reputation for doing just that and for returning the handkerchief to my trouser pocket over and over. Sometimes for several months. My close family, influenced by their upbringings in the gentler South, shudder at any references to this topic and avert their eyes when I sneeze, fearing the subsequent emergence of the hideous snotrag. All of which has left me with an alternative version of Brief Encounter, script by,say,Shelagh Delaney and a very different denouement. But what then, I ask my accusers, are handkerchiefs for?Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-63412952347780622812011-05-02T21:33:36.489+01:002011-05-02T21:33:36.489+01:00The thought of those fish swimming through the cos...The thought of those fish swimming through the cosmos to soothe us from the ills of colds and catarrh is very comforting. I enjoy these glimpses into your notebooks.Lucashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07642126053527835870noreply@blogger.com