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Appendix 3 (of 3)

Quite a few of my earliest posts around here were health – or rather unhealth – related. Right from the start we had a number of adventures with the NHS, with both Auntie M and the Pater popping in and … Continue reading

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Bloody marvellous

You know how sometimes you make yourself a cup of tea, and it’s the perfect cup of tea? The temperature is just right. Not too much milk. Not too sweet. It’s so good you just quaff it all down so … Continue reading

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Travelling man

I would never describe myself as “intrepid”. Once, many years ago, I was offered a free sample of some new aftershave or other, with the advertising tag line “For the man who likes to live on the edge”. My Ex … Continue reading

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39 years a slave

What were you doing 39 years ago today – 2 April 1979? It was a very different world back then, let me tell you. Labour was just hanging on to government, and Britain had not yet had its first female … Continue reading

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The fruit bowl of shame

Our fruit bowl is a disgrace. I mean, it’s not filthy, or disreputable or anything. In fact, it’s rather a nice one – light wood, large, deep. It should hold plenty of fruit. But it doesn’t. Somewhere in the past … Continue reading

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