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Transplanted Scot, living in Adelaide, Southern Antipodes with an Australian partner, an eight year old would be Computer Game Junky/DS Wiz/Cricketer/Yugioh Duellist/Animal lover.., ten year old all Singing and Dancing/Mobile Phone Video Artist/Animal lover.., Spotty the annoying but friendly dog, Ben and Daisy, the rabbits, 7 budgies, the memory of Mr Quail, 5 goldfish and a few worms (they suspend life in the hot weather). I spend most of my time tending to the needs of my employer and my flock, ferrying, cooking, child taming, washing the dishes, cleaning, dusting...you get the picture.
The Time Has Come "I wondered what could be the matter with me, and I began to walk backwards and forwards in a great fit of excitement, saying to myself, 'I know nothing about poetry.'"
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