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Rurban therapy

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Hi, If I had to pick a month that was my favourite, I think I’d have to say it was September. For me, it’s the slow turn to Autumn, but without the sharp cold, nor rain of the later months. The evening sky is beautiful and the heat of the summer has faded. There’s less to do in the garden, more the time to enjoy long, leisurely walks and, if you know where to look, to enjoy a spot of blackberrying, picking apples or collecting sloes (hello, Mr Gin!). I find picking blackberries a very relaxing pastime. Sure, there’s that slight frisson of worry that you’ll snag your trousers / top / hand, but I find that stops me drifting […]

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“I’m my hair, I am my hair,
It’s all the glory that I bear”

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Hey all, I’m not one to wish my time away, but I am glad this working week is over. It’s been a bit…. well, not stressful, but more a bit like herding cats. The old cliché about A Lack of Planning On Your Part Shouldn’t Constitute An Emergency On Mine. However, as we all know, things don’t work like that. You’d think, as a group of folk, allegedly heading in the same direction – from a business point of view – that we’d have picked this up as a good idea. Nope…. 🙂 Oh, minor news item: work was flying the QUILTBAG flag this week. I don’t think much is planned, which is a shame, but early days. At least it got […]

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“It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.”

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Hi, Yes, I’m a day later than usual, but I have a good excuse; I was living it up on an Invasion night out. I could have gone with the dog ate my blog blog, but as the hound has her own Blogger account, what’s the chances of that? 🙂 For those of you who’ve still got a turkey to wrap and presents to stuff, I’ve prepared two versions of tonight’s post. Abridged Changing issues. Got fab. Had a truly great night out. Got home. Slept. Unabridged Good News from the War on Moping Not sure if I alluded to this in the last few posts, but in recent months, life – from a pro-celebrity miserablist point of view – […]

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“Me no fear the reaper.”

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Hey all, I seem to do most of my blogging in one of two places. At home, where I’m sat comfortably in a large leather chair, tucked away upstairs, but not quite far enough away from the Skype based yells of glee from Wee Man and his on-line gaming buddies. Failing that, at work with a personal laptop late on a Friday. Friday afternoons are funny things. Well, they are to me 🙂 There’s that element of excitement that it’ll be the weekend soon and speaking personally, I find something rather magical about Friday nights. I guess it’s the idea that it’s a gateway to the weekend. So currently, I’m sat at work looking out of the dark glass into the […]

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Madness takes its toll.
But listen closely…
Not for very much longer.
I’ve got to keep control.

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Hi, When the river runs wild, there are a few choices: Stand tall and brave the rage of the waves. Brace against the worst and hope your feet are not pulled from under you. You can let go, follow the flow and try keep your head up. Or you can let it wash over you and pray for the end…. although I wouldn’t recommend the latter. I don’t know why I’m writing the above, but I thought it sounded nice. Maybe there’s something rattling around my subconscious at the mo. Whatever it is, it’s not coming to the fore. Anyhoo, the above was kicked off when I looked at my desktop’s wallpaper. Funny how inspiration strikes you. I mean earlier […]

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“Come into the garden, babe,
oh, come on in!”

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Hey folks, Summer holiday time this week and very welcome it was too. A few days away from the rush of work and a chance to ignore the List of Stuff To Be Done on the fridge (home) and monitors (work). Instead, time to wander through the countryside, let the kids play without having to watch the clock and, if I’m lucky, to ponder life, catch up on some reading and generally do note* for a week or so (* Ed: for our visitors, note is a corruption of ‘nowt’ which in turn is a northern slang for ‘nothing’). Earlier this month the Jones Massive went off to a party. It’s not something we do regularly and it was with a number […]

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