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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Vacuum-packed chicken feet, a big screen and a stage

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It was a shock, I’ll admit. I know we’ve seen people in surgical masks all over the news and all over the world, but that’s still there and not here. Very much not here. Nothing that interesting ever happens in our corner of the world. I used to hate that. The fact that the semi-rural northish […]

Dispatches from the bunker of having it all

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Hello, Anyone still out there? It’s been a bit hectic here at the Palace of Bundance. I’ve gone back to work full time, by which I mean proper, in the office every day, full time. It would be fair to say it’s been interesting. The job? I’m a bid writer – probably the writiest (yes, it […]