
without the flavour, and can frankly, fuck right off
and bloody camomile
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:17,
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and bloody camomile

pig wank
my missus has nettle tea every morning - it tastes like the inside of an old sandwich box
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:18,
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my missus has nettle tea every morning - it tastes like the inside of an old sandwich box

if I've ever drunk camomile tea it reminds me of the smell of an empty hay barn (and then - rather evocatively - reminds me of playing in empty hay barns when I was a nipper)
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:24,
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is almost exactly what it reminds me of - hay bales after rain
*drifts off into idyllic reverie*
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:26,
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*drifts off into idyllic reverie*

thousands of country children are crushed to death each year having fun making forts in piles of hay bales!
... although it appears that this is just MY childhood, and the warnings ring out only in the youthful ears of MY brain.
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:27,
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... although it appears that this is just MY childhood, and the warnings ring out only in the youthful ears of MY brain.

that was where I had my first experience of non-familial female anatomy, age 8
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:34,
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we did once accidentally let one of our friends plummet through a barn ceiling onto a wall though,
he nearly broke his hip
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:34,
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he nearly broke his hip

... I have no corresponding anecdot with which to respond. That's not to say something liek this didn't happen, I just don't remember one as fact... I have recollections of someone falling down the grain shaft, but it might be I've created this because of all the warnings I received to make sure I never fall down teh grain shaft.
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:51,
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my mum warned me off grain shafts by saying "Don't fall down the grain shaft or you might die"
thanks mum
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Wed 3 Oct 2007, 10:52,
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thanks mum