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Anyone remember what we did before the web?

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I seem to have joined a club – the kind of club that you don’t want to be member of whether they’ll have you or not. (Apologies to Groucho Marx)It’s the club for people who’ve had late miscarriages and haven’t got over it yet. The reason I know about it is because I’ve turned once […]

A dark week

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There weren’t really any clues. Nothing hinting at the heartache to come. On Sunday morning I woke to find a couple of splats of dark blood. My learned friends on the internet and the midwives at the RAH didn’t seem to think that at 18 weeks there was anything to worry about, so I didn’t. […]

Better or verse?

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Rather virtuously I was repairing little boys’ school trousers on Sunday afternoon when I heard this on Radio 4’s Poetry Please. For a moment, it stopped me from wondering what had become of my rollercoaster rock’n’roll life. The Birthright We who were bornIn country places,Far from citiesAnd shifting faces,We have a birthrightNo man can sell,And […]

Who da van? Why do VWs have silly names?

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VW campervans were once the preserve of antipodeans and surfers, or perhaps both. You could sort of see the attraction: the iconic shape, the open road, the let’s-start-the-party-right-here lifestyle.But then being stuck behind one on the road as it grumbles and farts its way along a busy lochside can kill the romance fairly quickly. At […]

Willy who?

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Who is Willy Nilly?A perfectly reasonable question from Boy One, but I couldn’t give him an answer that satisfied him.“It’s not anyone, it’s a figure of speech.”“But it must have been someone, mustn’t it?”Must it? Any Nillys out there prepared to shed some light?