In the past 24 hours, I have twice been mistaken for a Dutchie -- once by a waitress in Moeders and once by a fellow student at yoga. Why? Who knows. It's not like I've suddenly grown ten inches or acquired a deep tan.
I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
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Hi - have enjoyed reading your blog this morning - stay in touch with Norwich by checking out my blog!
Raising a glass or two for you in The Lawyer on Magdalen Street
:-) Gary
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