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A Wake up Call
Setting aside the demise of the blown fuse, and the kettle, before 6am. I’ve been to have my surgically induced fluid bubbles drained. I’ve been waiting [...]
Things Can Only Get Better
It seems that this really is a country for old men. Contrary to all expectations the favourite Uncle is now installed in a house round the [...]
The Fridge Slut
There is nothing like sitting in bed in the early morning, with a pot of Earl Grey Supreme, chatting to girlfriends on the phone. I was [...]
The C Word
The best things in life begin with the letter C. They include but, as manufacturers often say, are not limited to: Champagne. Pale imitations won’t do. [...]
Permit Me to be Rude
I’m incandescent with rage. It might be more accurate to say that I’m florescent with rage because I can feel my colour rising. It’s not that [...]
The Real Thing
“Let’s go to the supermarket and buy oats so we can make flapjacks,” I proposed. The Grand moved like grease lightening. I think it a prerequisite [...]
The Massive Hoover
The Son and the DiL are having a night off. They are going to wear grown up clothes, for possibly the very last time in a [...]
No one is Listening
She didn’t say so, but my kitchen is a bit of a disgrace. What the Goddaughter did say was “Yeah, the doors are all chipped. It [...]