Being Controversial..............

[Tilly2]

As an antidote to twr's 'you lot are' thread.

Irritating people who ask for all the answers to whatever quiz/puzzle they're doing.

[Psybbo]

Too be honest, tilly, a long list of questions all running into each other makes it to much of a struggle to read let alone answer if capable

[Tilly2]

This was supposed to be a light hearted thread, headwreck. The pertinent word was 'all'.
Obviously, it has lead balloon properties about it. However, I do not appreciate being told to 'deal with it'. That's very rude, in my opinion. Happy Christmas to you, too.

[AlwaysConfused]

give us a clue - how many letters?

[boxtops]

I don't get it, if it's supposed to be light hearted then it's not controversial.

[Stephen_G]

And then don't even bother to say thank you...

[Tilly2]

Boxtops, perhaps I should have put controversial in inverted commas.

[boxtops]

This is a bit like the thread the other day about things which wind people up....

[shoota]

I love Tilly.......XXXX

[Tilly2]

I didn't see that thread boxy.

[i]"I know that you believe that you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure that you realise that what you heard is not what I meant."[i]

[Prudie]

I love Tilly too and I get what you meant x

[Tilly2]

Thank you, shoota. Are you being sarky again?

[DTCwordfan]

"Gnomeish, not straight and down the Chinese monkey's throat, many of them"

--'-/------/------- (3/6/7)

[shoota]

Sarky again.... moi?
Didn't know I ever was ;-)
NoTill's I really do love you.

[Psybbo]

Tilly, watch him, he's fickle, nearly as bad as Tony

[Mick-Talbot]

I'm not getting the 'antidote' reference.....?

[shoota]

An antidote was just what I needed!

[DTCwordfan]

No matter where you've been all this Christmas day,
To your feet we'll run to play.
Like loyal dogs to some,
When you call, your Tilly dog comes.
Early morning your Tilly dog say hello,
Eating, scratching fresh yellow snow.
Claws and toes with mud galore,
Can we chase hens forever more.
Where we've been it doesn't matter,
Chicken feet go pitter patter.
Ours, sometimes fast and sometimes slow,
They know where they want to go.
Into the grass with us to frolic and play,
Until the end of this rainy day.
And when it's time to say goodnight,
Into their coop without a fight.
Sleep our chickens cozy and warm,
Feathered and happy, they sleep 'til dawn,
We Tilly dogs will chase them on the lawn.

[shoota]

Fickle Sibs - i'll let you know I got an 'ology!

[Psybbo]

oooh, you're a scientist, shoota who loves our Tilly