tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post6416133672504755428..comments2023-04-21T03:00:43.464+11:00Comments on four hundred years ago, a baby went to sleep: Aegrescit medendo (the cure is worse than the disease)Anna Ryan-Punchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13741886679896612577noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post-67909302028306657472011-04-24T18:44:00.205+11:002011-04-24T18:44:00.205+11:00I suppose if there was a pill and you opted to tak...I suppose if there was a pill and you opted to take it then you'd never know grief and would be blissfully unaware whether you're better or worse for it?Rita (mademoiselle délicieuse)https://www.blogger.com/profile/12353807765589132835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post-24453924350550590212011-04-24T10:59:35.125+11:002011-04-24T10:59:35.125+11:00Old school.Old school.Anna Ryan-Punchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13741886679896612577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post-2080634103309942802011-04-24T10:42:50.148+11:002011-04-24T10:42:50.148+11:00Mornings are enough.Mornings are enough.Seanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12110546706617881591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post-71515327583965437242011-04-23T19:50:05.265+11:002011-04-23T19:50:05.265+11:00I was taken with Juliana Hatfield's 'a hea...I was taken with Juliana Hatfield's 'a heart that hurts is a heart that works' and it seems it may become a cliche.ernmalleyscatnoreply@blogger.com