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204/365 Bring on the rain

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  The storm broke today. About 10am the sky went dark. So dark the street lights came on, which neatly answered that question. Then the downpour began with the trees flailing in the thundery squalls. Suddenly that smell came, the one that says the earth is drinking great gulps. Thank heavens.     Posted with […]

203/365 I’m not your f***ing darling

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I saw him coming, bouncing on the soles of his trainers like an athlete at the track, chest puffed out, pounding up the path to the door. Leaflets in his hand, logo on his shirt. Bing-bong. Sigh. “Good afternoon, my darling,” He actually said that. “My darling.” I just looked at him. He must have mistaken cold contempt for interest […]

202/365 My little helper

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    Boy Three is somewhat snotty at the moment. I don’t know if it’s hay fever or a cold, but the up-shot’s about the same – bogies and spluttering. The little treasure’s latest trick is sneaking up on me and wiping green slugs of mucus onto my clothes. Nice. Luckily he’s not very good […]

201/365 Lookout, there’s a heatwave about…

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Honest, I think it’s all gone to our heads. I spent most of today in the office of a Sunday Newspaper and the other item on the rolling news – apart from the none-arrival of the third in line to the throne and the sad death of Mel Smith – was the dangerous weather. Reporters the length […]