Posts by Emma Hart
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I have a recipe for elderflower cordial somewhere, I really must dig that out.
How to tell if there's an elderflower tree in your neighbourhood: is your yard covered in purple bird shit in summer?
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Six o'clock closing was daft but there was only a few drunks visible staggering home after 6.
I'm not saying these things are related, but last year my mother walked me through a verbal tour of the pubs of Timaru and where which groups went to drink after hours. She and her naval fiance drank in the same pub the cops frequented.
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Also, in real life the thought of my mother showing up in my dreams with buttons for eyes is Not. Fun. At. All.
Dear Craig,
To what extent would Coraline freak the fuck out of my kids, should we choose to take them with us?
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Thank you, all.
Can your eye sight be improved without invasive surgery?
No. Without invasive surgery it will, almost certainly, very slowly get worse.
My daughter was very interested in the invasive surgery prospects. She wanted to know if I'd need my hair shaved off, and how they'd go in, and whether they'd shove a hook up my nose like the ancient Egyptians did.
And then three hours after we all found out about the brain tumour, we took her off for her high school application interview. We've had worse days as a family, but not many.
And did you get to keep photos of you brain
No; however I think I'm going to get to know the guys in radiology REALLY well, so I will ask.
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Whichever it is, I'm not holding my breath on the media calling him on it.
Forehead. Vein. Proper fucking reporting. Where you check things and shit.
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I was thinking more the redoubtable Octobriana
Ian, she is AWESOME! (I have a small collection of communist lapel pins and one of those little round furry hats. They were all gifts. *cough* gifts, even.)
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may all come well -kia te hauora, kia te koa, kia ora na-
Kia ora, Islander. I shall think of you the next time I'm squinting at my monitor from four inches away.
I guess I always think of TANK GIRL
Sofie, you are choice.
My lovely, much missed Dad had a very good toast he used regularly. I gift it to you. Confusion to your enemies!
I was at a party once (okay, probably more than once), went into the bathroom, and someone had written across the mirror in lipstick:
That which does not kill us has just made its last mistake.
Given my mental state it seemed very profound, and I've thought of it a number of times this week.
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On my 90th birthday I will cease to resist cigars, cheese, and Class A drugs. I hope very much to see you at the party.
I shall pencil it into my diary, darling.
Explaining to him that I'd had an epileptic fit, while innocently alseep in bed with a gay man - and no I don't have a boyfriend, I'm a dyke - was the most fun I'd had all week.
Heheheheheheh.
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everyone will comment on how brave you are
Oh, yeah, I'm a total wee battler, me. What I've been working on is getting as much booze, smoking and crap food in before somebody tells me I shouldn't.
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And I kinda liked Adric. Hmph.
It was nearly Teegan, but if you're going to have a Teegan then you kind of have to have a Nyssa as well, and I'm not looking to do that.
Worse than the dilation is the eyeball pressure test, in which they check how much fluid you've got in your eyeball
Yeah, I got that one too, it sucked. And then the optometrist swung the arm of the examine-y machine around and smacked me in the left breast with it. Awesome.