My dear, dear babies. I could hardly bear to listen to the scientist as he talked me through, with far too much relish, the procedures inflicted upon my tweedie beasts. Stop reading now if you are of an at all sensitive disposition!! Seams pulled with a force of a small rhino via crocodile clips. Bunson…
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I can’t think how many times David, the post office and his shop have been mentioned in my blog. So many times in fact that I feel all three deserve a post dedicated solely to them. Some may wonder whether I do any work at all outside of the hours spent ambling between aisles, swinging…
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I’ve been trying earnestly to avoid this bum awful cold/flu. Most everyone on the island (apart from my kin) have succumbed in one way or another and I was feeling quite proud of myself in a “heal your body heal your life” kind of way. But alas, no amount of “I am free from all…
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The number 9 I am loving! Don’t know why but I always have. I don’t remember an awful lot about being nine apart from a vague recollection of enjoying the nineness of it and deciding that it was my favourite number ever. Consequently I am finding it surprisingly easy to adjust to this new year…
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