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Absence note

Please excuse me this week... lots to be getting on with.

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Flowerpot said…
What a lovely mousie! Hope you aren't too snowed under Chris x
25 August 2010 at 03:09
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
Sweet picture.

Good luck with all you have to do.x
25 August 2010 at 03:43
Pondside said…
Just don't leave any of that Lego where someone could step on it with bare feet!
25 August 2010 at 05:07
Pauline Barclay said…
Don't worry, we know you have so much going on, just take care and we'll still be here when you can talk to us....Hugs x
25 August 2010 at 06:30
Fennie said…
Excuse granted. Absence, after all, makes the heart grow fonder.

I'm thinking: suppose the mouse had his foot stuck, what would he be saying?

Lego!!!! Boom boom!
25 August 2010 at 10:11
Fran Hill said…
If you have mice in your house that build Lego buildings, I can see why you might have stuff to deal with. Look forward to your return.
25 August 2010 at 10:55
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Excuse granted. Hope you manage to get everything done Chris - I know the feeling ...!

Look forward to your return.

Jeanne
x
25 August 2010 at 11:02
Frances said…
Chris, hoping that your busy-ness will have quite a few happy hours involved.

That photo is so funny ... can you believe that I have never had the opportunity to play with legos? My generation was way before legos appeared on the scene, and then I missed them anew by not having children.

Somehow, I think that they must be great fun to experiment with. Perhaps, when I do finally retire, and find some spare time, I'll have that opportunity.

Best wishes. xo
25 August 2010 at 18:54
Lane Mathias said…
You are 'scused. As long as you come back soon. Ok? :-)
26 August 2010 at 04:07
Cara Cooper said…
Hope some of the busy-ness involves writing! You are forgiven as the picture's lovely although I reckon he might be a hamster not a mouse.
1 September 2010 at 09:15
Maria said…
I have to catch up on all your posts... you know how I hate to miss them!
1 September 2010 at 10:17
Anonymous said…
Hey there Chris...It's been a while... best of luck for you new book... We're waiting for it to come out in India! xxx
1 September 2010 at 10:19
Chris Stovell said…
Cara, you get the star prize - it is a hamster!!
1 September 2010 at 10:49
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks all for your good wishes - got a bit overwhelmed with Stuff, but feeling much more in control now!
2 September 2010 at 05:05
Chris Stovell said…
PS, loving the thought of Frances finding time to play with Lego - but listen Pondside - it really does flipping hurt if you tread on it with bare feet!
2 September 2010 at 05:06
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