tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705434510664520110.post3348423435874071756..comments2024-02-20T12:47:17.532+01:00Comments on Bits 'n Bob's/Show 'n Tell: A Sixties PostOffice - Back To The Archive backlogpoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08976320013870023366noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705434510664520110.post-23411578232091415762016-02-15T22:23:49.940+01:002016-02-15T22:23:49.940+01:00I'm not sure but you 've reminded to say a...I'm not sure but you 've reminded to say a happy belated birthday day to yourself!poppshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08976320013870023366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705434510664520110.post-89676630293137766182016-02-13T23:28:14.697+01:002016-02-13T23:28:14.697+01:00Fab sense memory here.
I was always frustrated bec...Fab sense memory here.<br />I was always frustrated because the desks at my primary school all had inkwells. Some even had the ceramic pot for the ink, with the hole in the lid / top.<br />But the ink days had just past. We had to bring bottles of Quink: messy.<br />Paul Pinch has - cartridges. Papermate? Schaeffer? Parker sets? The heavy doors were just made to keep us kids down and make us fear our mums with their Popeye forearms. My mum gave me clips round the ear and whacked me with the wooden hand brush when "her hand hurt". My brother got whacked tens times more than I did . He birthday on Tuesday: think I'll get her a hamd brush to use of my Dad. His fault she was mean to us... <br /><br />What have you stirred up in me ?London Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04419472065554441454noreply@blogger.com