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Alice! Alice! Who the…

One of my most vivid childhood memories is, along with my older sister, running up the otherwise unusually empty lane that stretched from our school gate to the park road. One eye was on the multiple eyes peering out the class windows, visibly wondering why we were escaping early. My stomach was knotted with a […]

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Love

This day two weeks ago I married my Special Gentleman. I floated through a day so magnificent that I have thought about it every day since and wished we could do it all again. But then, if we did, perhaps it wouldn’t be the same magical, perfect-for-us day that it was? So no, instead I […]

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Skype, Sons and Sausage

Today I have been contemplating technology. That collection of robot-powered tools that have become ubiquitous in modern life. The machinery that fuels our work and play life in both small and massive ways. The word that comes with a warning of social collapse, relationship destruction and the demise of the beautiful written word.

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From The Mouths of Babes…

Last year my annual resolution was to have more fun or HAVE.MORE.FUN! as was adopted by way of repeated chat following the chime of midnight that welcomed 2013 (and for a fair few hours beyond). I feel satisfied that I managed to be both mindful of my resolve and active in its pursuit. Not the […]

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A New York Warehouse

Blame it on the bite in the air, blame it on the pre-holiday excitement, blame it on the blinkered haze that descends on all around you as the countdown to a trip to THE city begins but it’s all Carrie Bradshaw and ‘oh my gawd’ around these parts at the moment. Ah, New York, New […]

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Farewell To A Lady

I jumped in to the back seat of my parents’ car, greeted by Papa in the driver’s seat and Mama in the passenger. First born sister was in the back observing me expectantly. ‘Do YOU know where we’re going?’ I smiled in response. ‘You DO know where we’re going!’ In March, First Born Sister turned […]

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