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Wasp or bee? You decide! Geilston Bay, November 2010.

Just like this bee (or is it a wasp?), I like lavender.

Other things I like?

  • Tulips.

  • Oliebollens.

  • The sound of waves.

  • Swimming in a rainstorm.

  • The colours generated by a low-hanging sun on a summer's evening.

  • The delicate caress of a beautiful woman while the grasshoppers chirrup away outside.

  • Winning.

What is it that you like?
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smudgeon said…
* chocolate Yogo
* cats
* orangutans
* comfy shoes
* oranges
* rainforest plants
* my wife

That's about it.
22 November 2010 at 09:57
Kris McCracken said…
I’m not so sure about orang-utans. All those cigars they smoke…
22 November 2010 at 13:34
Roddy said…
Definitely a bee.
Things I like, in order: Your mum. Your brother. You. Jennifer. Henry. Ezra. And most importantly ME!
Really, I like most things, until they disappoint me.
22 November 2010 at 19:51
Carola said…
couchsurfing
wilderness
strawberries
falafel
starry sky on the ocean
olives
wind
shorts
and: my husband and my two boys
and something more ...
23 November 2010 at 02:55
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, a local bee or a blow in?

Roddy, you like Ezra less than everyone else?

Carola, there are some good things on that list! I’m wearing shorts right now, and drawing plenty of odd looks. Apparently public servants are supposed to wear pants at work. It’s 30°C!
23 November 2010 at 09:45
Roddy said…
Kris, only because Ezra came along last.
How would you like being the middle child of triplets?
Irrespective of order I love all my family equally. If you haven't figured that out by now then you have a problem.
What does Henry want for Christmas? Ezra is sorted.
23 November 2010 at 18:38
Sue said…
Roddy....what about me????????????
23 November 2010 at 22:33
Roddy said…
You're only a sister Sue. These others are family. Cruel aren't I?
24 November 2010 at 20:59
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