Over at Ramping it Up there's a new baby boy.
I nearly, almost, quite a lot actually, feel like a baby is a very good idea.
Not likely, though. I don't think my stomach muscles are capable of pushing any more.
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So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
About Me
- Penthe
- I live in the heart of the nation and do a lot of filing. The husband and the son like to read a lot. So do I.
Links
- Ampersand Duck
- Armagnac'd
- Blue Milk
- Books I love
- Charlotte's Library
- Eglantine's Cake
- Enough Rope
- Humanities Researcher
- I think I have a recipe for that
- Light Reading
- Mim's Muddle
- Misrule
- Pea Soup
- Progressive Dinner Party
- Ramping It Up
- still life with cat
- Stories are light
- Terrible Palsy
- The Bones Remember Everything
- Third Cat
- WoLFi Tales
Blog Archive
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- Monica Dux and the Mummy Wars
- Stormy weather
- Characters inside my head
- Career path
- Handy hint
- Art, cheesecake, books
- The Growing Summer (or ideology and children's fic...
- The future of work
- Fiesta and the biscuits of rejection
- I wish I was a modernist girl.
- Life without fury
- Baby on bike
- New baby in the world
- Surprise
- Best years of your life
- Prize winning effort
- The Penguin Book of First World War Stories
- Hiphopapotamus vs Rhymnocerous (or Noodle vs Mum)
- So, Obama wins the presidency
- The Hon Joe Hockey
- Melbourne Cup Day
- Incredibly talented people I went to school with e...
- Stress
- Sister Buckle
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