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Home alone.

The lid came off the other day. Like a loosened champagne cork, loudly and with gusto. My friend was about to go home but first wanted to use the loo. She called out to me that she couldn’t get in … Continue reading

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Tumbling in turmoil.

I couldn’t sleep last night. I knew why. I had a 24 hour something that had laid me very low and I had slept a lot and so last night, although I was still feeling rotten and yawning my jaw … Continue reading

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Flickr – ing.

I’ve been putting some (hundreds) of my trip photos on Flickr. Trawling through them, sorting, fiddling with, listing, uploading, tagging, labelling, admiring. It’s a big project I’ve taken on. I live my days around it. I don’t do it all … Continue reading

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It’s that time again.

The reflections of the year that’s about to pass are all around. News, pictures, stories, tragedies, disasters, events. What was news makes news again. Lest we forget. I look at the year I’ve just lived and see, easily in my … Continue reading

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Saved by nanna naps and twitter.

I begin an alarming and new relationship with housework. Cleaning a cupboard out, a smudgy window or the fridge gives a sense of achievement to my days. I have done something constructive. I have justified my day. I develop the … Continue reading

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And there’s a day after that.

The sun rises the next day. You get up before it, as usual. You flick the kettle on, let the dog out, go visit the loo. As usual. It’s cold. You stand by the kettle, waiting, cup in hand, waking … Continue reading

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