tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689556999597977968.post8819777995310379598..comments2015-11-02T11:40:38.193-08:00Comments on Reading, Writing And Giant Crocodile Films: Windy Market Stalls Full Of BooksAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04408843387413223594noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689556999597977968.post-56283538409547129562013-03-06T11:37:00.062-08:002013-03-06T11:37:00.062-08:00We always got a lot of oddball meals in our house....We always got a lot of oddball meals in our house. Dad would just throw something together from whatever we had when we were running low on food, and we got some good if unusual meals that way.<br /><br />I know we served a few different meals when you were over. I always liked having fish-fingers and chips at your place, though, because we almost never had that sort of thing, unless I DocJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14725869547850438306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689556999597977968.post-45196670365432673032013-03-04T13:22:10.958-08:002013-03-04T13:22:10.958-08:00I always remember your house being full of books, ...I always remember your house being full of books, and your mam was often reading when I came round. I remember the first time I came for my tea and your mam made something, no doubt lovely, with a funny name I cant remember;perhaggeldy or something similar. Anyway I was a very fussy eater and only really survived on fish fingers and chips, so remember just picking at it and eating almost nothing;Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04408843387413223594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689556999597977968.post-51477639048332177412013-03-04T13:17:49.523-08:002013-03-04T13:17:49.523-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04408843387413223594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689556999597977968.post-47254428840416634582013-03-04T09:04:39.156-08:002013-03-04T09:04:39.156-08:00Bizarrely, I actually inherited a pair of similar ...Bizarrely, I actually inherited a pair of similar books, Confessions of a Window Cleaner and Confessions of a Driving Instructor, in a big pile of other books when my grandfather passed away (which fortunately included some rather better things, including a complete collection of Jeeves and Wooster that I loved at the time).<br /><br />Reading the first of the two was more than enough to convinceDocJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14725869547850438306noreply@blogger.com