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An alarm clock incident
I had a slight incident this morning. On the days I am in the office (as I was today), I set my alarm for 4.30am. (I get in early). I can comfortably doze until 1/4 to and still be out … Continue reading
Fixer Pog
I can sew. I can cook (only cookies and banana loaf, but that still counts, right?). I can’t, however, do DIY. I try. And 90% of the time Dad or a fixer-man has to spend twice as long fixing my … Continue reading
Sleepy issues…
Last night I couldn’t sleep. It became one of those nights that I became so frustrated that I couldn’t sleep that there was no way I was going to. So instead I lay there and tried to work out what … Continue reading
Popping my market trader cherry!
For years my mum has called me a toad (except last week when she ‘accidently’ called me a fat toad. I’ll gloss over that for now though…). The reason for this comparison? She thinks I was born cold blooded. I … Continue reading
A weirdy old week…
Wow, it’s been a weirdy old week. Snow in Bumpkinsville meant that Sister 1 had to extract me in her 4×4 on Sunday so I could get to the station and to Milton Keynes for a training course. Of course, the trains … Continue reading
A little smile
Just a short one tonight – I thought you’d like to see this gorgeous view at the end of my road first thing this morning. Even when it’s cold and a bit bleugh there is usually something to smile about. … Continue reading
Scary Queenie…
I know it is the year of the queen’s jubilee, but it’s not for a while yet is it? I’m worried that by the time we get there, the country will be overrun with slightly scary, very bad images of … Continue reading
The letter for the day was…
… ‘G’. That’s because, despite being a Sunday in January when I don’t think the temperature got above 4 degrees, I learned to put up my new gazebo in mum and dads back garden. Then I made a small herd … Continue reading
The BlackBerry of Evil
I have turned into my mum. Sadly, that doesn’t mean that I can now cook like a Masterchef contestant or knit like a demon. No, it means I’m officially technologically challenged. I’ve fought against having a BlackBerry for work for … Continue reading
Boxer-sitting
It’s lovely having Sister 2 living opposite. Except for when she goes to work, I work from home and Bertie, her Boxer dog objects to being left on his tod. I thought he’d get a sore throat from barking for … Continue reading
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