December 2006
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Morning Calls
Waiting at the station, a plane drones overhead, buses grumble and whoosh as they pause at the bus stop, cars rush noisily to their destinations. Commuters prowl the platform, rustling papers, whistling from earphones, chatting, yawning, heels clicking on concrete. All around the sounds of the day slowly build. A piercing melody cuts through the…
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Xmas is here
This weekend we have mostly been finishing off our Xmas shopping (almost done, almost), carting boxes of stuff into and out of the loft, and converting our living room into Santa’s Grotto. Sort of. I even postponed my Sunday morning run so we could hit B&Q early. Well, that’s not true. I HAD planned to…
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Questions Answered #9
In a desperate effort to gain some weird form of validation, I stole an idea for a blog post and begged my readers to ask me a question. And they did. The buggers. Now I have to answer them. Lesley asks “Why I will never be cool enough to own a Mac”. To which I…