If she can take time to declare war on plastic she could drop me a line, don't you think? Imagine what that would mean to the rest of the world.Her majesty’s a pretty nice girl but she hasn’t got a lot to say.
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If she can take time to declare war on plastic she could drop me a line, don't you think? Imagine what that would mean to the rest of the world.Her majesty’s a pretty nice girl but she hasn’t got a lot to say.
She has been Queen my entire life and never once has she called me, nor even sent me a post card.
If she is still around that might be something to consider.If you live in a commonwealth country, you receive a congratulatory message from the queen on your 100th birthday. So you have that to look forward to if you move.
Her majesty’s a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day.If she can take time to declare war on plastic she could drop me a line, don't you think? Imagine what that would mean to the rest of the world.
As PillO states: ↑, hit the tonne, you'll get one—your pen pal may be a king. The Bombs have four, soon to be more—and a bevy of lovely brass tins. We've all got a belly-full of wine, so it does followIf she is still around that might be something to consider.

I agree with this. That is not reason enough to change my avatar.There's a book. I'm sure you're onto something but we only got the Lilliputian pocket-sized product, tonight. Still very warming, pockets. Fascinating. I'll download it and try my hand again with the contents, when they post it, tomorrow. There's some seriously interesting stuff in there—women's pockets, I mean. This is the focus: manly pockets don't get a look in, I'm afraid
**Hot off the presses**
Lucy Locket lost her pocket. Kitty Fisher found it: not a penny was there in it, only ribbon 'round it.
Stay tuned for more inside information…
Around the eighteenth century, separate and tied onto undergarments, pockets, sometimes made of cotton and silk and sometimes made of leather and quite robust, were capacious. All sorts of pocketed paraphernalia could be found within. Picks cannot be ruled out.
And now for the whether. Pockets of rain right across the globe and some unseasonal, blustery activity due to some roughage in the upper atmosphere.
Cool change expected after shopping this afternoon, brisk and refreshing at first, but quickly dissipating in the sultry lowlands.
Back to you, Walter…
Thank you Phil. After the break, we'll look at Samuel Richardson's 1740s heroine Pamela and what she had in her pockets: about forty sheets of paper, a dozen pens, a little phial of ink, and some wax and wafers. What the… And others, not so fictitious, who were found by the local constabulary with up to twenty-eight yards of ill-gotten fabric, and even live ducks dabbling about under their skirts. That book, by the way, is called, somewhat serendipitously, The Artful Pocket. We'll be right back.
I agree with this. That is not reason enough to change my avatar.
I'm seriously considering starting a petition to ask the mods to change your damned avatar.![]()

Fire proof.I mean, it's ok... if you're really into wearing banana hammocks... in front of a toasty fire... don't you worry your marshmallows will get roasted?