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So, how was your weekend? Wild

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EDIT: When I sat down to write this, I planned to bring it round to some inspiring conclusion about doing what you fancy rather than what looks flash, but I forgot about that bit. Sorry.   There’s another tricky thing to negotiate in the office. Or at least it feels that way to me. It’s […]

What did you do at the weekend?

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Anyone else over 50 find it takes considerable effort to answer this one? A grinding of gears and a cranking look round at the two days of domesticity and idleness peppered by parental duties. “Pretty quiet. Nice, though,” does the job. I suppose no one is really that interested in anyone’s weekend until the answer […]

Why I love getting the sleeper

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  My favourite way to travel to London is by sleeper train. It gives me a sense of how Harry Potter felt when he pushed his trunk and owl-laden trolley into the other world of platform 9 3/4. Instead of being pursued by a vast bearded man on an enchanted motorbike though, I just need […]

A Belfast weekend in pictures

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  I love staying in hotels because someone else clears up while your own house doesn’t get any dirtier. Everyone else loves them for the surprise cake. The Europa was fab – even posting us the clothes one of the boys left behind.   You can just see the H&W gantry cranes over Boy Two’s shoulder. […]

A fine bed

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A poem inspired by Fionaoutdoors and her adventure in the furniture shop.  A fine bed It will last 20 years, they said. This bed. Like a galleon, strong enough to sail through your stormy nights, safely to the dawns. The wood got ready in forests. Sprouting and branching while you were still rolling through the […]