tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470806879741372060.post6279902268611354370..comments2023-04-14T16:06:35.267+01:00Comments on Get Mummy's Purse: Thank Heavens I Know my CowsWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07232460004624704910noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470806879741372060.post-89210729095403870732007-07-31T23:08:00.000+01:002007-07-31T23:08:00.000+01:00I always found the pigeons an absolute joy. If Red...I always found the pigeons an absolute joy. If Red Ken were to get rid of them it would be like the tower without the ravens! Beefeaters too!!<BR/><BR/>Viles disease is overated anyway - oh no, that's rats isn't it. <BR/><BR/>Did I tell you about the time I owned the Swan hotel in Stratford?<BR/><BR/>On Mother Kelly's doorstep...................Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470806879741372060.post-87826098077538558512007-07-31T22:50:00.000+01:002007-07-31T22:50:00.000+01:00You're fast becoming the Samuel Pepys de nos jours...You're fast becoming the Samuel Pepys de nos jours. Re the disabled pigeons, fat chance re the benefits, as Dear Ken hates them more than he hates the rest of us. I'm with him on that - the pigeons that is. We're all against it (them).Turning Into My Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15013736454388137053noreply@blogger.com