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    i’m a road runner, baby…

    And thirty eight minutes or so after nine, soaked to the marrow (along with fifteen hundred or so others) I did it! In fact technically I sort-of did it twice since it took me nearly an hour to walk back afterwards, whereupon the sun came (and remains) steadfastly out and blue skies abound, after two hours of pouring rain which…

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    the mid week update…

    First and foremost, a quick line to reassure upcoming visitors that the boiler is now fixed (and obviously the weather has got warmer anyway) so any fears of chilled extremities can go out of the window – yay! I will naturally be looking forward to receiving the bill, considering it took all of thirty seconds to fix. Hey ho. In…

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    you know it’s a bank holiday when…

    …the pervasive chill filling the apartment emanates not from the open windows, the comfortingly well stocked fridge-freezer nor even from my reaction to the eleventh ‘hey babe’ text message of the weekend; in time honoured BH tradition the combi boiler has decided to join the rest of the nation in kicking back for a bit of down-time, disassociating itself with…