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		<title>By: Victoria Rogers</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-8091</link>
		<dc:creator>Victoria Rogers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Oct 2010 18:59:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>awwwwwwww when i was riannas age (sorry if i got her name spelled wrong) I would spend hours doing the same with my own bubbles. me and my dog smithy would have hours of fun doing this. I would like to say who needs expensive toys when you have fairy liquid and a childs imagaination. lets not forget the trusty furry sidekick.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>awwwwwwww when i was riannas age (sorry if i got her name spelled wrong) I would spend hours doing the same with my own bubbles. me and my dog smithy would have hours of fun doing this. I would like to say who needs expensive toys when you have fairy liquid and a childs imagaination. lets not forget the trusty furry sidekick.</p>
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		<title>By: K8</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-569</link>
		<dc:creator>K8</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 23:45:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you :)

Books are such epic things.  I wouldn&#039;t know where to start!  Someday it&#039;ll happen, maybe. It just feels like it isn&#039;t time yet?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you :)</p>
<p>Books are such epic things.  I wouldn&#8217;t know where to start!  Someday it&#8217;ll happen, maybe. It just feels like it isn&#8217;t time yet?</p>
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		<title>By: unstranger</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-568</link>
		<dc:creator>unstranger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 04:23:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your perspective here is almost frightening. I loved the whole idea that where what is part of what you created can drift over rooftops, leaving in a bubble!

Absolutely incredible. Start writing the books. It&#039;s in you. People will read every bubble you print.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your perspective here is almost frightening. I loved the whole idea that where what is part of what you created can drift over rooftops, leaving in a bubble!</p>
<p>Absolutely incredible. Start writing the books. It&#8217;s in you. People will read every bubble you print.</p>
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		<title>By: englishmum</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-567</link>
		<dc:creator>englishmum</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 09:42:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wonderful.  Grandad&#039;s right, only an artist can paint such a beautiful picture with words x</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful.  Grandad&#8217;s right, only an artist can paint such a beautiful picture with words x</p>
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		<title>By: K8</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-566</link>
		<dc:creator>K8</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 19:03:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks Annie!  I&#039;m chuffed you dropped by :)
There&#039;s something about a small kid&#039;s giggle that embeds itself in the walls of a house for years afterwards.  It&#039;s better than any medicine ever invented.  Except calpol of course.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Annie!  I&#8217;m chuffed you dropped by :)<br />
There&#8217;s something about a small kid&#8217;s giggle that embeds itself in the walls of a house for years afterwards.  It&#8217;s better than any medicine ever invented.  Except calpol of course.</p>
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		<title>By: Annie</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-565</link>
		<dc:creator>Annie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 16:41:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ahhh.. what a lovely post! Thanks to the proud Grandad for the heads up!

My 2 little cousins are the exact same. Last summer when they were 4 and 2, they played non stop out the back (on the 5 minutes when it wasn&#039;t raining) with their bubbles giggling they pretty little heads off. Heartbreakingly cute.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ahhh.. what a lovely post! Thanks to the proud Grandad for the heads up!</p>
<p>My 2 little cousins are the exact same. Last summer when they were 4 and 2, they played non stop out the back (on the 5 minutes when it wasn&#8217;t raining) with their bubbles giggling they pretty little heads off. Heartbreakingly cute.</p>
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		<title>By: K8</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-564</link>
		<dc:creator>K8</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 12:32:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I suppose you do need to let these things go, Kate.  I feel a bit like Nemo&#039;s dad.  But that&#039;s probably because I&#039;ve just finished watching it for the 467,300,435th time.

Wow mammy, I remember playing foozball with that wee German kid!!!  That&#039;s a dusty memory, thanks for reminding me!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I suppose you do need to let these things go, Kate.  I feel a bit like Nemo&#8217;s dad.  But that&#8217;s probably because I&#8217;ve just finished watching it for the 467,300,435th time.</p>
<p>Wow mammy, I remember playing foozball with that wee German kid!!!  That&#8217;s a dusty memory, thanks for reminding me!</p>
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		<title>By: Granny</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-563</link>
		<dc:creator>Granny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 10:06:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your lovely prose brought me back to a caravan park in Biarritz.

You were three and we drove a clapped out Ford Fiesta to the South of France.  Not a worry.  We were young and wine cost £1 a bottle!

One day it started to rain. Not soft like Irish rain but ferocious and fierce.  Your little German blond friend was out swinging at the park and you were quite determined to join him. He hadn&#039;t a word of English but somehow you managed to communicate.  You were well covered in a raincoat, wellingtons and a hat.

An hour later, you arrived back to us, sopping and covered in muck.  As I bent down to undo the buttons, you threw your arms around my neck and gave me such a squeeze!  It was the nicest squeeze I&#039;ve ever had.

That little memory stayed with me and I can still feel that squeeze!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your lovely prose brought me back to a caravan park in Biarritz.</p>
<p>You were three and we drove a clapped out Ford Fiesta to the South of France.  Not a worry.  We were young and wine cost £1 a bottle!</p>
<p>One day it started to rain. Not soft like Irish rain but ferocious and fierce.  Your little German blond friend was out swinging at the park and you were quite determined to join him. He hadn&#8217;t a word of English but somehow you managed to communicate.  You were well covered in a raincoat, wellingtons and a hat.</p>
<p>An hour later, you arrived back to us, sopping and covered in muck.  As I bent down to undo the buttons, you threw your arms around my neck and gave me such a squeeze!  It was the nicest squeeze I&#8217;ve ever had.</p>
<p>That little memory stayed with me and I can still feel that squeeze!</p>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 03:38:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A good point... those bubbles hold together a blown wish, a kiss, something infinitely precious.  It&#039;s hard to let them go - but if they&#039;re not released to the universe, then those wishes can&#039;t come true.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A good point&#8230; those bubbles hold together a blown wish, a kiss, something infinitely precious.  It&#8217;s hard to let them go &#8211; but if they&#8217;re not released to the universe, then those wishes can&#8217;t come true.</p>
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		<title>By: K8</title>
		<link>http://www.cackaloo.com/2007/07/03/pop/#comment-561</link>
		<dc:creator>K8</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 20:13:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>YAY!!!  I&#039;ll stick it on my forehead.</description>
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