Tag: musings
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Just Another Face in the Crowd
I’m nondescript. Of average female height, do not stand out in a crowd as such, and am probably considered average to look at with short semi blond mousy hair, petaled blue eyes1 and an unmemorable face unless, you are paying attention. Then, you might see the small scar to one side of my nose, and then…
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And So, It Begins …
It’s December first and for us, the official start of Christmas. We spent most of yesterday tidying up the apartment prior to putting the Christmas tree up, and hanging our favourite decorations, only to make more of a mess. Thankfully, the OH did another quick turn about with the hoover. Ain’t I the lucky one?…
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Christmas Lists
My sister in law called last night talking Christmas and, of course, presents. Not ten minutes later, I got a text from my nephew’s girlfriend (the sensible organised one in that pairing) also talking presents, asking what did I want this year? So, of course, 8 year old Alex is now sat at the computer,…
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Prank Time
I casually mentioned online the other day to Scott that my alter ego, 8 year old Alex, loves to pull pranks on people. This particular, some would say, unsavoury trait started early on in my life. And for good reason. It was more about revenge on my older brothers who, themselves, love to prank me, their younger…
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By Any Other Name
In one of his posts, Pete Moore asked us, What’s In A Name, where he talked about his struggles with his own first name. Wondering if, at this stage in life, he could start (legally or otherwise) using his middle name? A name he’s always preferred because of the brutalisation of his given name while…
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A Job is a Job
I’ve had an amazing number and array of jobs over the years, starting with what I guess is a rite of passage for any kid born in the UK pre 80s — that of paper delivery kid. Like many, it was my first real job that I got paid for by someone not a family…
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Miss Why
I’ve had an internal monolog running in my head since I was probably 3-4 years old. I know I spent a lot of those first aware years—between 3 and 5—firing questions at my father almost non-stop. Asking him why this, or why that. Questions he always patiently answered. And, despite my best efforts to seemingly thwart him,…
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I’m A Foodie
I’m a foodie. I’m a huge foodie. And I love to cook. Which is good because my OH doesn’t know how to boil an egg properly, let alone do toast without burning it. Luckily for both of us I paid attention and watched my mother and learnt all her tricks. My dad less so, as…
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Mental Yoga
I’m constantly surprised and, by this point in my life, I shouldn’t be, but I am. What of? People who feel the need to constantly be busy or doing this, that, or the other. Is it something that happened slowly, over night, I wonder? Is it since the advent of smart phones, or maybe TV?…
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Creature Comforts
Spurred on by posts about what people found comforting. I thought to add a few thoughts of my own on what comforts me in times of trouble: My partner, who I’ve been with through thick and thin (though it’s true, neither of us is pretty thin these days) but 26 years, and counting, we still…