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The ominous presence of the house makes me hesitate. I feel its hate but the woman I love is inside. Without choice, I creep to the front door as the house stares at me. I knock. A man, her father opens it. The house is nothing; boy is her Dad scary.
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lol straight out of the ‘Munster Family’ .. well done 🙂
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LOL Hadn’t thought of that. But then wouldn’t Lurch be opening the door or is that the Adams family?
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was not allowed to watch either but saw the promos 😉
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Gosh – I think you grew up in a stricter household than mine. We got a TV a year before I started high school and then we moved to the city. I think I got away with more in the city than I would have if we had to stay in the country as I beat my Mum home from school.
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lol my father was war damaged from his service in PNG and my mother was deaf for my first seventeen years so STRICT they were!
Irene when you’ve returned from your cruise and got some time, I’d really appreciate an interview with you for my ‘Meet the Bloggers’?
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Does that mean that your Mum got her hearing back when you were 17. That must have been mind blowing for her. I’m sorry about your Dad – war (I’m assuming) is just horrendous. I’d love to do an interview with you Kate. You’ll know when I’m back or I’ll give you a shout.
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they gave Mum plastic ear-drums, hers had vanished from severe perforations at the age of eleven so she had good speech and was a great lip reader … it may have been more mind blowing for us as we’d developed a habit of saying whatever we liked with our mouth covered! She found out her children were not quite as sweet as she thought 🙂
Yes let me know when you get back?
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LOL. You sound like my young nephews who on visiting Australia decided that French would be their secret language. They had a rude shock when the child care chap at the first hotel replied to their chatter in French.
Yes will do.
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that happened to me and a friend in London, we were chatting in German about a couple of cute guys then they answered us in German as we left lol 🙂
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Haha.
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lol we deserved it ‘)
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Her dad – not a guy I want to meet.
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I think meeting the Dad for the first time is always a nerve wracking affair. Even Roger was slightly nervous and he was a middle age man.
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