Morning Music

Radio and I have never really gotten along. It’s mostly my fault. I don’t listen. badum tish! Actually, that’s not all that far from the truth. I don’t listen to the radio all that much, it’s just never been a part of any routine. Radio wasn’t a big part of my childhood as it never occurred to me that there might be stations other than those my parents listened to, so for the most part I grew up listening to albums. The one time I do listen to the radio is in the car on my commute which brings me to my quandary. What, or more exactly who, should I listen to? Music wise my tastes lie somewhere between Radio …

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And then it was Monday

I’m SURE there was a weekend just there, right? There WAS, wasn’t there? I’m not going mad(der)? Friday night and I felt well enough to go the pub, and well enough to stay there from 5.30 to midnight drinking Guinness. What else? Ohh yes, how could I forget! The Christmas tree is now up and decorated and the rest of the house has been given that special festive treatment. Having two nieces over for the night helped mind you, and I’ll fully admit that they were used as slave labour (although slave labour is astonishingly cheap these days, all it took was one spicy chicken and one mushroom and pepperoni pizza!). The only downside is that with the new fireplace, …

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