tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post7703751495939298654..comments2008-06-02T08:59:40.807-07:00Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15855325002260654089miss_mudpie@yahoo.co.ukBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-22224828128639606342008-06-02T08:59:00.000-07:002008-06-02T08:59:00.000-07:002008-06-02T08:59:00.000-07:00That was such a fun time, in the south of France! I'd gladly make sandwiches again, to be there by that pool with the Mediterranean beach just steps away...having cool gin/tonics with our hosts on the terrace...shopping in the cute little town of Hyeres...I loved it.bwjnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-219962124588025822008-06-01T12:48:00.000-07:002008-06-01T12:48:00.000-07:002008-06-01T12:48:00.000-07:00I wish I had a wife like that. Wouldn't it be nice to be taken care of domestically for a bit? Once I went to France with BWJ and she would make sandwiches for us when we came home from the beach and I thought it was one of the nicest things ever to have someone who anticipated our hunger and made sandwiches. I hadn't had that sort of experience since I'd become a mother.Elizabethnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-77704784547315907852008-06-01T11:00:00.000-07:002008-06-01T11:00:00.000-07:002008-06-01T11:00:00.000-07:00If that were me, I would be ashamed to admit it.lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-38312220877897088692008-06-01T08:49:00.000-07:002008-06-01T08:49:00.000-07:002008-06-01T08:49:00.000-07:00My drawers (both furniture and undergarments) stay relatively nice, but we're all trumped by my friend Lisa Markham, who---now get this---IRONS AND FOLDS her husband's tidy-whities! I thought she was lying when she claimed to do this, but once when I was at her house she showed me---I just stood there in silent awe, looking at those flawless stacks of undershirts and unmentionables. If my darling husband ever asked me to do such a thing, I'd of course comply like a good wife, but I'd stipulate that he'd have to be wearing 'em while I ironed 'em...under warenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-37906326337756870402008-06-01T07:35:00.000-07:002008-06-01T07:35:00.000-07:002008-06-01T07:35:00.000-07:00That's so gross. You know perfectly well that I mean the drawers in a bedroom. My grandmother always had perfectly arranged drawers and my mother admired them and it was some sort of thing that you were supposed to have neat drawers but mine have stuff from the 1850s in them, they are so disorganized.Elizabethnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-67189986872566118342008-05-31T14:42:00.000-07:002008-05-31T14:42:00.000-07:002008-05-31T14:42:00.000-07:00I wondered the same thing! But surely, in whatever sized town she finds herself, our Blog Damozel changes her drawers daily?:):)perfect housekeeper:)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-88646544179593288582008-05-31T13:52:00.000-07:002008-05-31T13:52:00.000-07:002008-05-31T13:52:00.000-07:00which drawers are you speaking of, Elizabeth?? ;-)lisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-27970172651358651982008-05-31T11:42:00.000-07:002008-05-31T11:42:00.000-07:002008-05-31T11:42:00.000-07:00In a small town, no one has a blameless life. They would pin something on you, for sure! Even if it is they don't like the way you brought up your children, or your political views are wrong, your drawers are messy, etc.Elizabethnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-79443921104387412432008-05-31T09:17:00.000-07:002008-05-31T09:17:00.000-07:002008-05-31T09:17:00.000-07:00I confess that I far prefer little intimate towns (not Kansas though, ugh) and hamlets to big cities. I'd love to live in a tiny place like the Irish village in "Waking Ned Divine"---what was the population of Tullymore, like, 45 people? How lovely to bike everywhere (oops, sorry Katie Lee!) and have chickens pecking in the rear garden...as far as eveyone knowing one's business, ah me, I'm afraid I lead such a blameless life that my "business" is an open book...must do something about that...rustic simpletonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-75048565810348877112008-05-31T05:56:00.000-07:002008-05-31T05:56:00.000-07:002008-05-31T05:56:00.000-07:00oooh, cold!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491125679904809656.post-76798617002833660532008-05-31T05:47:00.000-07:002008-05-31T05:47:00.000-07:002008-05-31T05:47:00.000-07:00Of course, a small town doesn't have to be like Halstead (which is actually a city!), with 2000 inhabitants. The St. Louis metro area, for example, has 2.8m people.melnoreply@blogger.com