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Post by serrakunda on Nov 28, 2015 19:26:22 GMT
I think mine is sat in a luxury safari lodge, with a bottle or three of Savannah cider, waiting for the impala sausages to come off the barbie, followed by hot chocolate and amarula chaser
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Post by daffin on Nov 28, 2015 22:32:57 GMT
Mine's run away to a parallel universe where it's always summer. It's sitting on a sunny terrace in Sardinia overlooking a sweeping view of valleys and rocky hills. Its got a well deserved chilled white wine in my hand and DH and My mojo have just ordered lunch, after a 3 hour walk up the hillside. 3 hours back after lunch, so we can really enjoy that lunch. Someone else is looking after the kids, somewhere else - but the kids love them. So no guilt.
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Post by elderberry on Nov 30, 2015 12:51:19 GMT
I need a man with an acoustic guitar (not a boyfriend, just a great musician) performing just for me, around a campfire on a warm night. DD can be in sight, but up a tree or something.
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Post by damson on Dec 1, 2015 18:49:51 GMT
My mojo is AWOL, off running over the dark rooftops for a lark. It thinks razzing cats and swinging on Christmas decs in the town centre is fun.
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Post by lankelly on Dec 1, 2015 22:04:52 GMT
Down on the Parrog in West Wales after a long cliff walk with Bean dog to finish on the estuary with a pasty in brown paper bag..Autumn or spring time. Not fussy.
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