tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208444412024-03-14T02:13:52.052+10:00LittlemissairgapLittlemissairgaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14759336965970856540noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844441.post-72729376788800590472014-10-24T23:40:00.002+10:002014-10-25T22:06:12.869+10:00Death by Inspection<br />
I like to torture myself slowly.<br />
I like to look at houses that I generally can't afford.<br />
I also like to look at houses that don't fit the criteria of "the next house" but are terribly interesting.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtTRxn5VwRo9CQ0Fo5-LAgQDS1_iNXiJQICnw22QUvrnRHdND0MU0eFnrw2yX_di86d5RDb6GmYnP7eJ4xMyhg_7NUw-sfzRIvWTvplP6etd3qiuDdRgszYj_9DQP1PJdkcf7/s1600/Screen+Shot+2014-10-24+at+10.39.02+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a>Here's a selection of houses which I've tormented myself with lately.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The instant I walked in it felt like a home and as Hyacinth Bucket would say, <br />there's even room for a pony.<br />Layout (yes) Size of land (yes, yes) Price (I think yes ... jeez I hate auctions) Location (sort of) ... next</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I could see myself sitting on the patio here.<br />Layout (yes) Land size (yes) Location (no) ... next</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This has been a serious contender. No need to change schools, routines, etc. It's around the corner. But can I live in a total renovator for at least a good year until I hopefully have enough money to do a reno? I don't think I have the energy.<br />Location (yes) View (yes) Breeze (yes) Price (not sure) ... next</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The kids took one look at the tree fort, complete with slide and flying fox that they didn't complain about the lack of pool ... bless their little first world problems.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I've admired this home since I was a child. It has so much character and street appeal. Pity it's on a busy road. </span><br />
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Who else will be joining me tomorrow, torturing themselves at many an open house?</div>
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Littlemissairgaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14759336965970856540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844441.post-21253138017488378342013-08-07T23:27:00.003+10:002013-08-07T23:27:36.532+10:00Now For a Colourful Musical Interlude<br />
Someone was surely on drugs when they decided this as an exterior house colour.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everybody sing ... "It was a one eyed, one horned, flyin' purple people eater."<br /><br /></td></tr>
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Yep. That sure was some good gear.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"There's a star man waiting in the sky, he'd like to come & meet us but he thinks he'll blow our minds."</td></tr>
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<br />Meanwhile, down in Mexico way ...<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Para bailer La Bamba!"<br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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And if the Mexican cantina isn't your style, you can always switch continents, and cuisines, by simply crossing the floor. Hello Bollywood!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Jai ho!"<br /><br /></td></tr>
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Boo!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"All I'm hearing from you, is white noise."</td></tr>
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All photos from <a href="http://www.realestate.com.au/buy" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Littlemissairgaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14759336965970856540noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844441.post-432112125706741582012-04-16T21:19:00.003+10:002012-04-16T21:20:40.813+10:00The Bombing is About to Begin<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Rather than spending the last few hours of his holidays playing Skylanders or besieging his sisters with Nerf bullets, The Little Master was completing his 10 pages of holiday homework. Yep ... homework ... on the holidays!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I so hate buying into the whole "you must do well on Naplan" mindset, but it is quite hard to avoid it. Homework has contained multi-choice tasks each week, information regarding the administering of the tests is in the school newsletter and if you even think of wanting to apply for a place at a private school, then you'd want to have your Naplan Test result ducks in a row because they're going to be one of the first documents you're going to have to trot out to get your child into a flashy-pants school. Sad really. Let's just hope that things such as generosity, empathy, motivation, perseverance, kindness, etc shines through after our kids have been <strike>Napalmed</strike>, I mean Naplan-ed, in May!</div><br />
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<li>Do the slides belong to the man in the ad? If so, then why a size too big?</li>
<li>Has this man ever been to the beach before? A man who's been to the beach would know how inappropriate such footwear attire would be.</li>
<li>More to the point though, who would find a man, that wears socks and slides (and to the beach for that matter) attractive enough to want to procreate with him in the first place to require a family car?</li>
<li>And finally, is Volkswagen tightening their advertising spend because clearly from this advert, they've been outsourcing their advertising campaigns to Odesk!</li>
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When I first saw an email for "<i>An Officer & a Gentleman - The Musical</i>" in my inbox, I deleted it without opening thinking the email was junk. Now that I've received another one I've taken the time to open it and cannot believe that this is for real ... the movie, <i>An Officer & a Gentleman</i> as a musical. Seriously?<br />
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Maybe people had the same reaction to hearing Victor Hugo's <i>Les Miserables </i>and T S Eliot's <i>Old Possums Book of Practical Cats </i>were now going to be rocking the West End as musicals? I'm not sure. I just want to laugh to think this movie will be played out live on stage. Probably because I can't stand the movie in the first place; over-hyped schmalzy 80's love story with a huge power ballad starring Richard Gere, who I still can't see what all the fuss is about with him. <br />
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Maybe a little bit too personal of taste for an Open House? What do you think? At least it's well hung!<br />
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<ul><li>Hubby has started working for himself which has been adjustment for both of us.</li>
<li>All three children are now at school. Miss Flea started Prep and Big Girl moved to an all girls school for Yr 5.</li>
<li>We had the most fabulous holiday in <a href="http://www.fijiresort.com/" target="_blank">Fiji</a>, which was on my <a href="http://littlemissairgap.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Christmas">wish list </a>at the end of 2010.</li>
<li>The above holiday was greatly needed after I completed a 3 day a week teaching contract for term 4 of 2011. Hats off to those mums who can successfully combine work and family life. I'm crap at it.</li>
<li>Progress has also been made on the <a href="http://littlemissairgap.blogspot.com.au/2011/01/saturdays-dog-promised-dog.html" target="_blank">Promised Dog</a>.</li>
<li>Plus there's been milestone anniversaries, sport and more sport, landscaping around the house and the ballet concert from hell - 1680 beads and sequins had to be sewn in 3 days!</li>
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This kind of thing gives me the creeps ... if only I could have zoomed in closer but there were people around. It's a photo of a work colleague's car. I'm not exactly sure who the car belongs to but I'm quite certain if I were ever to meet them and they invited me around to their house, I'd have to decline. If this is what their car looks like, imagine what I'd be greeted with in the living room? I wouldn't be able to find a place to sit as I'd have to remove Tommy Tiger, Suzie Sheep and Boo Boo the Bear from the lounge chair. <br />
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I kissed Miss Flea good-bye as she happily sat down to play a board game with her friends & hot footed it back to the car where I immediately burst into tears. I think I had a cry for a few reasons; my friend & her family who are going through so much heart-ache, her nephew, the innocence of childhood & how my Miss Flea is coming towards the end of her early childhood education (unfortunately) & will soon be faced with the demands of the National Curriculum (don't get me started).<br />
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Nephew number one was out celebrating a footy victory and decided to take a short-cut home ... via a busy off ramp! As fate had it (is this what it was ... fate?) an off duty nurse was first on the scene of the accident and was able to assist him. The policeman first on the scene thought he was done for. Visiting him in ICU, I thought the same but he survived and is fighting fit, albeit some scars.<br />
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Nephew number two was in a celebratory mood and somehow ended up falling asleep (passing out perhaps) ... behind a car in his driveway. A friend of his decided to go looking for him, in the car, and ended up reversing over him! He was about to be discharged from hospital after an overnight stay when he passed out. Thankfully for him (is it thanks?) the new doctor on duty picked up some major oversights the previous doctor had made. Nephew number two is now back at work & sporting some decent scars.<br />
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Nephew number three was out with friends at the local & decided to walk home ... on the shoulder of a major road! Can you see a trend forming here folks? Yes, he was hit by a car, from behind by a 4WD. Luckily for him (was it luck? it certainly wasn't luck for the driver), he was with a group of mates who called for help and the driver stopped. Nine months down the track, with multiple operations & hospitalisations, nephew number three can walk unassisted. His ankle is pretty much shot. I doubt he will ever trek Kokoda, or even jog down the beach, but he can walk.<br />
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p.s. Horseshoe image from here http://www.etsy.com/shop/museglass?ref=seller_infoLittlemissairgaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14759336965970856540noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844441.post-76384807342290324082011-09-20T22:18:00.001+10:002012-03-10T22:13:48.439+10:00Happy DaysFor some reason, this kitchen photo makes me want to start humming the theme song of the tv show "Happy Days". I know the Cunningham's kitchen was nothing like this & possibly the kitchen isn't quite of that era, but the lino floors, push button cabinetry & built-in breakfast table brings back memories of kitchens I was familiar with when I was young. Very young, I'd like to point out ;-) A lot were being pulled out to make way for mission brown & orange bench tops. I think I prefer this one.<br />
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The saying <i>you've got to be cruel to be kind</i> is probably one of the hardest ones to actually employ on your own children. Whether it be through taking away something special of theirs as a consequence, letting your children make mistakes and hoping that they take some learning from them or giving your kids some honest, but not always pleasant, words about how their behaviour, actions, attitudes or choices have made you and/or others feel, it's never easy. Seeing your children sad is a tough gig, but actually letting them be sad, without trying to smooth things over & fight their battles for them, is even harder.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This song takes me back to primary school, in particular to Cloudland for our fancy dress ball. Simple times.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is <em>Valhalla </em>and I'm covetting it something bad! I saw <em>Valhalla</em> appear on a real estate alert & recognised it straight away. Back in the late nineties Hubby & I were looking at buying acreage at Pullenvale. The developer had, in his previous development, relocated several historic homes and buildings that were destined for the wrecking ball. He had suggested that if we were interested in relocating an old home then perhaps he might have one. It, of course, was <em>Valhalla</em>. Unfortunately for us, but fortunately for <em>Valhalla</em>, the developer wasn't able to get the house removed so we never proceeded with purchasing the acreage. Now thirteen years on, <em>Valhalla</em> is up for sale, looking so much better than she once did.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I dragged Hubby through an open for inspection of <em>Valhalla</em> hoping that he would see the same potential as I did. Look at all the land I would say. Hubby would say yes, but look at the big block of flats it's next to. Look at the views I said. Look at all of the commuter cars parked in the street said Hubby. Feel those bay breezes I would say. Listen to those six lanes of traffic Hubby responded. Look at all of the original features I pleaded. Yes, but look at how basic the kitchen is & the non-existent laundry he reminded me. Hubby just wasn't showing the same enthusiasm for <em>Valhalla</em> like I was & I was devastated ... but not surprised. Afterall, he hates buying & selling and is practically allergic to stamp duty & agents fees. Hubby is also a very logical & practical person & the fact that our house, although recently renovated, is still needing some finishing touches & isn't ready for sale was a major obstacle he pointed out. <br />
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So it looks like I'll have to go back to covetting ... and adding those finishing touches to ours just in case <em>Valhalla</em> doesn't sell straight away. Surely I'm not breaking any commandments by indulging in a little wishing & hoping and a lot of praying?<br />
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An easy way to do so is to trawl around the folder marked "Random" on my computer where I save images such as the one below. You know I love a good <a href="http://littlemissairgap.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-were-they-thinking.html">ugly bathroom</a> shot. Plenty more where this came from.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">You see, I think I have a great career as a politician as I seem to be good at breaking promises at the moment. I had promised in my last post (over a month ago) that I would blog several times a week, leave a number of comments per day on my favourite blogs and discover several new ones each week. Now I've done ok with the comments on fave blogs. So-so on discovering new blogs and pretty crap on the blogging front. Politics here I come! That's a promise ;-)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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We've had pestilence (me sick, hubby sick, me sick again and kids sick), plague (school sores, hives and ear infections) and purgatory (jazz ballet exams, sports carnivals x 2, committee meetings, canteen duty, kindy roster and school excursions) so my commitment to my blogging faith has been neglected.<br />
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He really couldn't make up his mind. But one thing the Little Master was sure about was the fact he was glad one of his really wobbly teeth didn't fall out today because that would mean the Tooth Fairy would also have to visit tonight and he thought that wouldn't be such a good idea. According to the Little Master, the Tooth Fairy might hear a noise made by the Easter Bunny & think it was him still awake & therefore not take his tooth & replace it with a coin. That would be a problem in the land of Tooth Fairies, Easter Bunnies & their like I suppose & an even greater problem when you're 7 like the Little Master is and you're really excited still about Tooth Fairies & Easter Bunnies. <br />
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It got me thinking ... I wonder how much longer my children are going to believe in things like the Easter Bunny, Santa, etc? Big Girl, who is 9, is still a huge believer in everything, particularly fairies. I know some people see perpetuating the myth of Santa, etc as lying to children but I love how my children can justify the existence of things such as fairies. Big Girl can find their magic in the simplest things e.g. she found some perfectly intact butterfly wings recently. To her, they'd been used by fairies. Such a beautiful imagination that I don't want to crush, but I suppose there will come a time when all will be revealed ... just not yet please.<br />
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Now I know I should probably applaud people who are not afraid to splash about a bit of colour, particularly when we're in the age of white in terms of interior design, but this is going a little too far in my books. I wonder how close the kitchen below is to the room above?<br />
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Btw ... if my blog looks a little moth eaten at the moment, it's because Photo Bucket, where some of the template images are stored, is having some maintenance issues. Hopefully it will all be looking bright and spanky real soon.<br />
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This was my favourite cookie jar which I use to keep all the birthday candles, decorations, etc in. Actually, it was my second favourite cookie jar up until the beginning of last year. I had a barrel cookie jar which belonged to my grandmother. It was packed incorrectly in the move (ahem ... hubby) and it ended up smashed and completely irreparable. Anyway, I was rushing about getting dinner ready before I had to go out tonight & I put some matches back into the jar & was a little hasty in putting the lid back on. At the time I was standing on a mini step ladder, as the jar is kept on the high shelf in the pantry. Rather than try and catch the falling lid, for some reason I decided to watch the lid fall, hoping that it was going to land on the large tupperware container below and possibly bounce ... it didn't. <br />
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Whilst I can still use the jar, the lid is pretty rusak ... That's Bahasa for broken ... a good word to use around children when you really want to say it's #*#*#*!!! Although the lid doesn't look that bad in the photo, there are a few too many little pieces which have broken off and I'm afraid even my Dad's super aralditing skills may not be able to fix this one. I so loved it :-(<br />
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The Little Master aka <a href="http://littlemissairgap.blogspot.com/2010/11/price-of-popularity_12.html">The Congenial Child</a>, is usually really easy to get along with & happy to oblige you with most things you ask, but from time to time, he can turn into a real "bull calf". The bull calf will dig his heals in, and no matter how hard you pull that rope you've tied around his neck (metaphorically speaking), he will remain just as obstinate. That's what happened last night when I asked The Little Master to go and have a shower. Rather than amicably oblige, The Little Master decided to have a hissy fit about some teeny tiny paper cut on his finger that would <i>stiiinnnngggg </i>if he so much as got a droplet of water on it. <br />
The to-ing and thro-ing of me going "Get in the shower" and him going " No Mum!" was broken when a "Suck it up, princess!" was shouted by Big Girl from the playroom. Now that's what I'd been thinking in my head, but I knew if I'd said it, The Little Master would go right off ... and explode he did. He charged into the playroom & slapped Big Girl so hard on the arm, I'm surprised he didn't leave finger marks. Any sensible parenting I'd been doing up until that moment was now thrown completely out the window as I frog-marched The Little Master down to the bathroom, turned on the cold water tap & stuck his paper cut finger under the running water. Sticky crumbing hands and all, I somehow managed to strip his clothes off but The Little Master was still protesting about getting in the shower ... you'd think he'd have given up by now, but no. So what to do with those sticky hands of mine? When I was presented with a protesting, bare little body, that was going to get into the shower anyway, I thought why not clean them off there ... on him. One crumbed son. Would Super Nanny approve? Probably not. Did it now give The Little Master a need to get into the shower? Yes. Will he ever carry on again like that about getting into the shower? I doubt it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've never seen the movie this pic is taken from, Butterfield 8.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I doubt any air-brushing went into this photo.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a tormentor in this movie. Smokin' hot x 2.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Simply stunning.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Elizabeth is quoted as saying, "I hate myself on the screen. I want to die ... my voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet ... I'd love to be tall and willowy ... I'm short."<br />
Well, from one shorty to another, you're magnificent!<br />
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<a href="http://s771.photobucket.com/albums/xx357/k_chambers/?action=view&current=littlemiss.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i771.photobucket.com/albums/xx357/k_chambers/littlemiss.gif" /></a>Littlemissairgaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14759336965970856540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20844441.post-22743644847007466812011-03-22T23:38:00.006+10:002012-03-10T22:02:26.279+10:00Retro DJ's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>A few weeks ago, a rather groovy looking DJ's catalogue arrived in the mail. The pictures in the catalogue made me wonder whether the ladies from <a href="http://funandvjs.blogspot.com/">Fun and VJs</a> or <a href="http://makeminemid-century.blogspot.com/">Make Mine Mid-Century</a> had been moonlighting as stylists? I'll let you be the judge.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nice suit & sports car. Love your block work too.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why the sad face? Has the lady of the house forgotten to fix your Brandy Crusta?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What! She hasn't fixed the prawn cocktails either? What does she do all day?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Clearly a little decorating. Nice sideboard & lamp. Who's that on the wall?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He obviously feels unappreciated and is off to the Homestead Hotel for a Brandy Crusta in the cocktail lounge. I do hope they remember to put a little umbrella in his drink.</span></td></tr>
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