tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781217.post3051659522825242056..comments2024-03-16T16:02:27.036+00:00Comments on Boogie Street: A Picture with All the Trimmingsharry bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11853116370799042788noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781217.post-61929796402903599532007-06-06T02:47:00.000+01:002007-06-06T02:47:00.000+01:00As is often the case with Aegean yachts, it slippe...As is often the case with Aegean yachts, it slipped away in the dead of night.<BR/><BR/>I'm never quite sure whether or not to believe me either, but I'm glad you like how I tell them.harry bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11853116370799042788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781217.post-20213112824649885182007-06-05T17:25:00.000+01:002007-06-05T17:25:00.000+01:00I like the way you describe all the things that ar...I like the way you describe all the things that are happening in your picture. It brought back memories of my Auntie Edith, who had an apron with a wonderful picture of a seaside town. There was a road in the foreground and you could see it all the way behind as it slowly snaked down to the sea. I remember sitting by her as she pointed to the apron and showed me the house where she used to live and told me stories of all the other people who lived in the town. I listened with wide eyes, enchanted by her stories and not quite sure whether or not to believe her.<BR/><BR/>I've always been a bit gullible that like that. (Were you watching when the yacht sailed away?)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com