tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072522.post8390522812053174263..comments2023-09-15T18:46:21.457+10:00Comments on the public house: End of an EraMine Hosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319158585057502587noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072522.post-85559970471946292302011-08-20T17:37:45.558+10:002011-08-20T17:37:45.558+10:00Oh no.... I'm so sorry! I can imagine the cha...Oh no.... I'm so sorry! I can imagine the chagrin. I've got a pair of tweezers from my grandmother that I won't let anyone else use.... well... except for my daughter.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07461569436322815787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072522.post-43415009761557593252011-08-07T22:08:23.247+10:002011-08-07T22:08:23.247+10:00Thanks Sackerson.
The comb had been with me everyw...Thanks Sackerson.<br />The comb had been with me everywhere, in stock camps, to every job I've had, to school, all around the south pacific, all over the world, etc etc.<br />I thought it would last forever.<br />Ah well. A day or so of reproach, for letting it be where chambermaids could scoop it up with the towels (or something)Mine Hosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09319158585057502587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11072522.post-623526328586921472011-08-04T04:47:28.093+10:002011-08-04T04:47:28.093+10:00I know the feeling, I've still got the scissor...I know the feeling, I've still got the scissors and nail file I bought 40 years ago. Time and money are completely different values.<br /><br />You're lucky to still need a comb.Sackersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17284329249862764601noreply@blogger.com