In a bun dance

If I'm going to get something, I usually get it in spades - luck (both kinds), children, clutter, dirty laundry, bright ideas, daft ideas...

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240/365 An unexpected adventure…

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It was all going ever so well. Boys One and Two off to their learning establishments with only the slightest bit of nagging to propel them out of the door, Boy Three dressed and nearly clean. I hadn’t forgotten anything as far as I could remember. And I had a plan.  The car was off […]

239/365 is H from Steps the best Joseph?

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  The Panther and I debated this as we led some tired Boys out of the King’s Theatre tonight. (Yes, on a school night. What of it?) No one gets past Jason Donovan for his money, whereas I have a soft spot for Philip Schofield, but maybe I just hoped Gordon the Gopher followed him […]

238/365 An impression of disorder

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My teeth in plaster of Paris. Nice, aren’t they?  They’re also very flat and worn because I grind my teeth while I’m asleep. I’ve done so for years and can’t work out how to stop. It’s called bruxism which sounds to me more like something to do with bears, but it isn’t.  Once again I’ve […]