tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post456769658555500140..comments2023-12-24T23:43:26.726+11:00Comments on Backtracking: The women tuck up their skirtsBoobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-11373003530212378732015-02-25T18:47:53.955+11:002015-02-25T18:47:53.955+11:00He is a Barnes......... Not a Wyllie
He is a Barnes......... Not a Wyllie<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-11741916696371548732012-11-19T17:16:19.977+11:002012-11-19T17:16:19.977+11:00Gee, this brought back memories - I grew up on a p...Gee, this brought back memories - I grew up on a property between Horsham and Murtoa in the Wimmera. I can remember as a child putting table legs and bed legs into containers of water to prevent the mice running up and over them and us. We used to sit watching TV and watch a steady stream of mice squeeze through a tiny crack in the wall and run across the room. This happened most winters. You would pick up a bag of feed and there would be a dozen of them underneath. I don't miss it at all.Jackie van Bergenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14108390437411946657noreply@blogger.com