• my diary

    girl from (all over) the north country…

    As I post following an exciting but exhausting week, the Bank Holiday rain is predictably and reassuringly steady, last night’s leftover takeaway is almost gone, and my chocolate bunny (courtesy of a charming gentleman from north of the border) is no more, having been reduced to barely-there crumbs, pretty gold foil and a nice red ribbon with a bell on…

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    mad for it…

    A brief post by way of update from out in the field, or at the least the basic but spotless and wonderfully central Manchester hotel room where I am temporarily ensconced for the day and night ahead. For whatever reason, this is not a city I have regularly visited in recent years (although true to form, it is still raining)…

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    for richer, for poorer…

    Like the majority of working adults, I have of late been endeavouring to streamline and simplify my finances, an activity not as easy as it sounds when a dedicated online and phone banker – all is swiftly and smoothly executed until one decides to attempt any manoevere more complex than an ordinary bill payment or balance enquiry. In my case…