tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020528813033426545.post891669163751631487..comments2016-03-30T21:06:43.900-07:00Comments on A paradoxical blend of Jeeves and Emsworth: My trysts with teaching (a brief rambling account)Sam, the Real Readerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05502906117221692609noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020528813033426545.post-58033670479779040812012-01-24T19:42:59.489-08:002012-01-24T19:42:59.489-08:00Thanks, Manu :) My brother and parents used to be ...Thanks, Manu :) My brother and parents used to be tickled to death as well... More on that later... Thanks again...Sam, the Real Readerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05502906117221692609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020528813033426545.post-30352834939351814302012-01-24T19:19:20.903-08:002012-01-24T19:19:20.903-08:00Nice Post :)
My sister used to have these teaching...Nice Post :)<br />My sister used to have these teaching thing going on when she had dolls to teach. I and my mother would try and stand silently outside the closed door to liisten what was going on inside. Most of the times, we would cover our mouths with our hands, trying not to laugh out loud!<br />My mother used to have this 'prediction' thing too. :-)ManuKuruphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14721250708071767620noreply@blogger.com