it's very satisfying to confabulate awhile, while meandering, perambulating even, along a winding way. Last night i and some friends waddled, wandered and wondered around Sydney harbour, and chatted, surmised and chinwagged as we pursued our mobile explorations of the sunset and light on the beautiful water. we later gathered at a small restaurant and continued our discussions, stretching meaning, pursuing innuendo, and mercilessly defying pontification.

nothing like a good chinwag :-)

I also vote for Amos, tho I reckon Bill's parasentence comes pretty close.

and Ebbie, I wax mine too.

freda