This morning, while I was waving to someone in a friendly, but not vigorous style, I poked myself so hard that I removed a tiny piece of skin from the edge of my nose.
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I'm from Adelaide, but I'm living in Abu Dhabi right now. One day, I saw a gold leaf four wheel drive. It made me cry.
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My first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March. It looks like this:
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My first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March. It looks like this:
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and that made me laugh out loud !
Don’t you just hate that?
I have not managed this level of skill, but I once tried to brush my hair back off my face and poked myself straight in the eye.
couldn’t have been as funny as one of the kids at school who poked herself in the eye with her book, while arguing with another girl about who had pushed into the line! i tried very hard not to laugh, but i think a little giggle escaped while i was trying to look sympathetic 😉
Oh yay, someone else who does that. I also have a permanent bruise on my hip from misjudging distances from tables. It stings, doesn’t it?