tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post8070647544829652517..comments2024-02-12T18:02:06.707+11:00Comments on respect. love. learning.: the S-wordHelenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-88277205750945280472010-07-24T14:26:18.564+10:002010-07-24T14:26:18.564+10:00Wonderful to see that S word so totally de-mystifi...Wonderful to see that S word so totally de-mystified and debunked. I remember how unsocialised I felt when I was expected to attend a posh tennis club after I left school and just felt sick at heart that people were not enjoying playing tennis, but rather vying with each other over how fashionable their tennis clothes were. I later played tennis with real friends and realised that I could still talk and joke and be S-able!<br />Your post settles the question once and for all!Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18365244846066509503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-44628029680437233692010-07-17T09:25:33.513+10:002010-07-17T09:25:33.513+10:00(finally figured out how to post a comment - now I...(finally figured out how to post a comment - now I'll have to go back and say "amen" to everything you have written...!)<br />Love this. You are so right. You DO have great friends :-)<br />Oh, and your words about socialisation are spot on!<br />(oh, and I love the 'girl in the tree'!)Simonenoreply@blogger.com