Year: 2014

Looking forward

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Hi, How was Christmas? I hope you had a good festive break. I hesitate to use the word ‘holiday’, on the grounds that the rush up the the big day, seems anything but. With all the present buying, wrapping, food prep and visits; I’m glad of the down time period between then and New Years. Not that we get up to much at New Year’s. In days of old, the Ever Lovely Mrs J and I would go to an alt rock club in town, but that must be nearly 20 years ago now. I’m 40+ and I’m not careful, my waist will soon match my age. 🙂 So year, I’m quite happy to stay at home, get the kids […]

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Willpower, Miss Jones

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Hi, A little under one more week and Christmas will have passed. All the traipsing around shops, visiting the post office and the wrapping (“The horror! The horrorrrr!” 🙂 ), will – I hope – have been worth it. For me, there’s little that meets doing something for someone else. Either, a little bit of help, listening at the right time, or putting thought into a gift, rather than an amount. But… maybe that’s just me. I know a few friends who aren’t keen on Christmas, perhaps matched by a small number who are crackers over it. If you pardon the pun. So, here’s a question, what, as this is a hypothetical question, would you gift yourself with? Time, something […]

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Heels, hemlines and hopes…

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Hi, My brain is all of a spin at the moment. It’s been a little full on at home and that’s even with leaving work slightly earlier than usual. There’s no major drama going on – thankfully! – I think it’s more just one of those evenings where it’s 60mph all the way until after tea. Then we’re into teeth brushing, PJs and story time. I also had a surprise visit from a friend, Sophie, who was in the area. Having not been 100% well, she missed the Chameleons Xmas Do (more on that in a bit), but didn’t want to miss saying hi before Christmas and returning the favour with the festive gifts. I’d dropped mine off last week, […]

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What price privacy?

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Hi folks, Unusually for me, I’ve been away this week. I don’t tend to travel much with work, well, other than the occasional short journey between offices. This time, however, a work-mate and I were off down south for a two day technical workshop. It was very good to be both out of the office, and doing my old job: that of designing solutions and making things better. Much better than making things more complicated, but that’s by the by. My overnight bag was, oddly, considerably smaller than the Thursday night bag I usually take. Just a shirt, some smalls, spare trousers and a wash kit. Compare that to the Full Mary that gets packed – nay, crammed? – into […]

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Not so much back to black

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Hi, Am I glad it was pay day! The Jones Massive have nearly completely the Christmas shopping – yay, Interwebz! – and we will soon be moving on to the wrapping. By all that’s unholy, the mountain of wrapping… Yes, I know it’s not yet December, but we start early. Mainly to spread out the cost and also to avoid the seasonable comedy mess ups and risks of: I’m not sure what I want  The well loved (!) I’d quite like so-and-so, which you can’t get in the shops, or on-line.  Nothing really…. Thanks, very helpful! 🙂 Spending each morning at the Post Office, queueing for a recorded delivery that has hidden itself at the back of the sorting office. […]

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Ghosts of the Past

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Hi all, How’s things with you? For me, it’s been a bit of a strange week. A gentle dusting of dysphoria, the work/home/work/home treadmill, and yet… it’s the weekend, which always gives me a reason to be cheerful. Oh and Old Ginge – my wig has kindly been returned from it’s holiday. I shall look forward to retrying being a temporary redhead. 🙂 All good things. Oh and I’ve had a whiskey and ginger too. Mmm…. The Girl of Christmas Past I don’t know what it is. For me, I’ve always found a Friday night to have a certain amount of magic about it. The magic of potential, or just an escape from the regular, I couldn’t say. It might […]

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