tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post8165365156767396754..comments2024-03-28T18:21:28.264+11:00Comments on What I cooked last night.: Lost in the archives again.paul kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17237328574655467680noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-11811488840192427742016-11-29T02:55:31.394+11:002016-11-29T02:55:31.394+11:00I'm loving these stories. Melbourne at the tur...I'm loving these stories. Melbourne at the turn of the 20th century sounds like a great place.Dr. Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04776830530694403715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-62673076162337488142016-11-22T12:25:37.495+11:002016-11-22T12:25:37.495+11:00Oddly enough, my first bike was a girl's one I...Oddly enough, my first bike was a girl's one I bought from a mate's sister for next to nothing, for a paper round at 4am so nobody had to see it. I carried papers in hessian sacks on the pack rack and the portable radio in the front basket. (Never went without in-car entertainment!)paul kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17237328574655467680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-90044692205467833112016-11-21T17:34:42.215+11:002016-11-21T17:34:42.215+11:00yes, just four short years.
I used to have a bik...yes, just four short years. <br /><br />I used to have a bike. It was my Mum's old bike, a 28 inch. I used to ride it to the milk bar to get a "bottle" of milk and also pick mint on the way to go with our lamb roast. Those were the days KHMelbourne Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00512877501524848674noreply@blogger.com