Wednesday, 21 July 2010
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Ok, it doesn't rhyme I know. If you want poetry go to Second Fiddle's blog. I was listening to National Radio today and they were t...
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.... said the Old Girl, showing me a terms of reference document for a wine marketing consultancy project in China. I got the hint, said ...
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I walked to the New World Thorndon supermarket in Murphy Street this afternoon with my shopping buggy in tow. It's only the next stree...
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I lived near a fire station in Nuova Lazio! To be honest I never quite thought of it that way. But it never failed to make my dogs howl; who would in turn set of all the other dogs in the neighbourhood.
We can hear the sirens in school when they go of in Nuova Lazio. Like you, it sends shivers down my spine, imagining someone, somewhere close is in big trouble.
Mind you, I used to feel the same way when, as a child in Scotland, seeing a police car, blue lights flashing, siren going full blast tearing past. Going straight through some traffic lights as I stood on the pavement with my Dad. I felt frightened and a bit excited knowing that something bad was happening to someone else. Until my Dad, who was a policeman, said he knew the driver, and he was going off-shift, and had put the siren on to get back before his tea was cold.
Never felt the same after that.
Fluffy (of RBB) seems able to make more noise than the Nuova Lazio siren.
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