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Happy half-birthday to my Blog!
Read more: Happy half-birthday to my Blog!My commitment has been a surprise…even to me! Wow! 6 months of writing and I’m celebrating following this little passion of mine. Who would’ve thought? When I decided to write a blog, I had written my New Year’s resolutions in my new 2016 diary and to my utter disappointment, I’d noticed that they were exactly the…
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Eng-er-land! Euros 2016
Read more: Eng-er-land! Euros 2016It’s kicking off! Like it, loathe it or simply indifferent? As the hype reaches a crescendo, there’s no denying that Englishness (whatever form that takes) is everywhere. Here are 5 ways, in which we, the average Joes and Janes, seem to be exercising our Englishness as a nation: 1.Fanatical Facebooking Photos are being uploaded of…
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Engagements & Marriage: It’ll be you next!
Read more: Engagements & Marriage: It’ll be you next!We’re both in our thirties. We’ve been together 7 and 1/2 years. Neither of us has ever been married. Any wedding or engagement, that we are in close proximity to, automatically evokes the same response, “It’ll be you two next!”. But in response to well-meaning comments, I tend to nod, smile politely and shoot a…
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Modern Love: Surviving the Traffic Jam
Read more: Modern Love: Surviving the Traffic JamTraffic jams are beasts. We’re stuck somewhere in the Midlands and the M42 is laughing at us. Loudly. We’re bumper to bumper. We’ve got the same songs on repeat. Accelerate, brake, drive, repeat. Lad’s new work car has either radio or iPod connections but absolutely no CD player. “It’s how all the newer models are…
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Saturday: I’m doing nowt!
Read more: Saturday: I’m doing nowt!How about today, I just post a photo of my ass on the settee doing bugger all? I’m a cricket widow today while the other half continues his boyhood hobby and aspires to be the next Alistair Cook. I’ve spent the morning with my two year old godson. We’ve been bonding – putting the body parts onto…
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What’s your excuse?
Read more: What’s your excuse?Excuses. Excuses. What kind of a writer doesn’t write? Me, it seems. Procrastination is a killer; it’s the reason that I’ve missed two weeks of blogs and have no real reason why. Don’t judge me, will you? Possible excuses for the absent blog: 1. My dog ate my blog Perfectly valid excuse, right? Except I…
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Girls Night Out!
Read more: Girls Night Out!It’s the end of a long week for us ladies. The four of us can almost taste the wine and cocktails. Pre-Drinking There’s a sense of optimism when we pile into our friend’s car and head into town. Excitedly, we are going to see the latest craze…Sing-a-long Dirty Dancing! Tickets were purchased with a need…
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Modern Love: The Battle
Read more: Modern Love: The BattleEver had that argument where it all comes out? “I told you”. He fixes a stare. “You did not” my voice gets louder. My tone is increasingly condescending. I’m convinced he didn’t tell me. Leo’s are lions apparently, whereas I’m the Libra scales, so naturally, I want to hash out both sides. I want to…
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Modern Love: A moan about mobile phones!
Read more: Modern Love: A moan about mobile phones!Are you tired of the time your other half spends on their phone? We live under the same roof. Me, on one settee and him on the other, with mobile phones in hand scanning the newsfeeds of anonymous faces. Without looking at one another, we fail to agree on a TV planner selection as the…
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The Brave Face
Read more: The Brave Face“This week has been about the Brave Face and the power of female friendship”. I have worn the metaphorical mask that is the Brave Face, full frontal this week following some recurring bad news (which is deliberately generic because we have all been there – we all have ordinary problems). Concerned relatives, female friends and…
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The truth about us Fat Fighters
Read more: The truth about us Fat FightersBiscuits are sly. On the surface they are the perfect accompaniment to a cuppa tea, for sharing at a meeting or to devour in one sitting. But they know how to get us. Covered in tempting milky chocolate, they softly whisper to us and slowly corrupt us. We are weak and they know it. I…