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Not knowing your aria from your alto...
The complete inability of anyone on my father's side of the family to give or take a competent and coherent message.
I will spare you the tedious details but my aunt rambled so much that it was about 6 phone calls later that I finally discovered that my sister had broken her elbow not her leg in the accident she had originally called to tell me about .... either she needs elocution lessons, I need a hearing test or one of us is going barmy... I know where my bet is going.... 
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
Last edited by Mithalwen; 12-05-2007 at 01:37 PM.
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