Time for the weekly word verification definition - or captcha - that is one I have honestly had to key in to make a comment this week:
Gograti - the mistaken assumption that a love affair will last forever if it is carved into public property such as a bus shelter bench, a school desk or a tree in the park.
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Instead, these relationships often end - YOU'RE DROPPED! - before the permanent marker has dried on the tram timetable laminated to the pole.
I'm proud to say that I've never written, carved, sprayed or burned 'Kath Loves LC' anywhere. Oh okay, I've written it in the condensation on the bathroom mirror a few times.
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We have initials carved in the concrete in front of our house, Kath.
Several members of my family snuck out in the twilight after the workers had completed laying a fresh batch of concrete following their handiwork on the pipes below.
I like to think these initials, including my daughter and her husband's first initials, T and T, held together in a makeshift heart will last.
Maybe sometimes the initialising of love can stand the test of time. Thanks.
Fair enough, Elisabeth. I have found in our toolshed at the back of this house that the previous owners 'Steven and Andrea 2002' are etched in the cement flooring. Considering that they were still together when they sold us the house in 2008 and had a baby due three months later might bode very well too!
I carved MW loves RH on a pole outside a milk bar. When her mother who owned the shop was shown who I was she got hysterical. A milk shake was 20c in those days. I want them back.
When I first learned how to write my name I engraved it in the top of my mother's dressing table. I never got to finish the last 2 letters as my mother disturbed my moment of creativity with a whack over the head. And I course, guess who is stuck with the dresser now?
oh LORNA! you can finish it off now!
Me too RH! What happened to the girl who you liked enough to carve for?
I'm with Ann, Lorna - time to finish the job, including your middle name, nick name(s) and extended surname!
I thought it would be funny if I said I put the initials there but actually she did it. They were a pommy migrant family who took over the corner milk bar (Beatty Ave/Malvern Road) when I was in grade 4 at Armadale state. She wrote little love notes to me in class and chased me like mad. I was keenly interested but acted otherwise, which is a game I've played all my life. What an idiot.
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