tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953914797454230899.post7002603218118513813..comments2024-03-26T22:52:08.443+00:00Comments on moonroot: A Tale of Two TurnoversMoonroothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02034336153685658320noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953914797454230899.post-74286121573332853142011-10-17T15:01:43.654+01:002011-10-17T15:01:43.654+01:00that is the only reason I keep a package of babywi...that is the only reason I keep a package of babywipes in my carboot. I hate sticky fingers on the steering wheel, but I love spur of the moment happy eating. Good for you. If it would be rude eating in public (it is not in public if you are in your car!) then it is certainly rude to stare into someone elses car. Besides, chewing gum open mouthed the whole day long in the streets, talking loudly into a mobile, sms-ing while talking to someone, nowadays you are expected to conssider that normal, while eating would still be considered not done. I am told in the Netherlands etiquette "nice"people ate inside, while working class ate in the fields, while they had no time to walk home and back, so that is why it was considered folksy and not done.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953914797454230899.post-13764927855150577542011-10-09T10:39:03.758+01:002011-10-09T10:39:03.758+01:00Oh simple pleasures....and that we might feel guil...Oh simple pleasures....and that we might feel guilty or shame. It is a shame! I bet deep inside any people looking would have thought wow good on her at enjoying! Delicious! <br />Oh and I've included you in my 5 Liebster Award {again!}<br />I sooo love you and your blog.<br />xxxxZahara Celestialhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17721719785934558456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953914797454230899.post-76723134028596820562011-10-05T17:58:44.987+01:002011-10-05T17:58:44.987+01:00Moonroot Proust? I know what you mean tho'. Th...Moonroot Proust? I know what you mean tho'. There are certain times I remember eating my pain au chocolat with a coffee on Brighton beach while the tide came in hushing the gulls as it caressed the stones.<br /><br />I want those times again... or new times in Brighton like the old ones!Griffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863034333159354009noreply@blogger.com