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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 372

Posted on March 2, 2014 by ukdesperatehousewifeusa

Mailbox / letterbox Study this picture: Harry’s homework was to draw a picture of the ‘Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe’. Being the creative type he is, he actually drew the ‘Old Woman Who Lived in a Tiger Foot’. … Continue reading →

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 364

Posted on February 19, 2014 by ukdesperatehousewifeusa

Walgreens, you make me happy when skies are grey/gray… The Walgreens where I live, in Columbia, is a very happy place. It is very American to me – in a good way. The music, what’s on the shelves, the people … Continue reading →

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 162

Posted on July 1, 2013 by ukdesperatehousewifeusa

I had crabs! And a Maryland tradition is finally complete – I had crabs! And I whacked with them with a mallet (they were dead), I did the ‘roll back’, and I pulled the meat from the legs – yeah! … Continue reading →

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 83

Posted on February 22, 2013 by ukdesperatehousewifeusa

Dunkin’ Donuts Today I took my son to Dunkin’ Donuts for breakfast. Don’t judge me. Dammit, now I feel the need to justify this. So, he had been a little off colour all week and deserved a chocolate, sugar-laden treat. … Continue reading →