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Bawbag

Six years ago today the Pater made his last, grand entrance, blown into the crematorium on the shoulders of four sturdy but bedraggled pall bearers, amid a flurry of horizontal rain, hail, wind and leaves. How those men didn’t drop … Continue reading

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The unkindest cut

I don’t like my hair. I never have really. It’s a bit rubbish. The problem is, it’s never decided what it wants to be. It’s not curly and it’s not straight. For most of my life it’s tended to be … Continue reading

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Visiting rights

I seem to have this habit of deciding on the very last day of each year to do a bit of a blog, with apologies for being so crap in the past 12 months, and promises of better focus in … Continue reading

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Changeable

I’m having one of those mornings. I woke up too early on the edge of a bad dream. Like all bad dreams it is just a dream but, even when you’re forty-nine-plus-whatever, you have those first few minutes of the … Continue reading

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All change

I have been at work today.  That is not very unusual. Nor is the fact that, being a Friday in the middle of summer, I went with a rather more casual look than is often the case. Specifically, I wore … Continue reading

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