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back from the borough (just the one)…
And I’m back, technically as of Tuesday night and realistically as of Wednesday afternoon when my parcel of work bits arrived some twenty hours after I did and four days after I plodded up to the Pimlico Post Office in the snow to send it rather than lug it to New York and back – all the more space in…
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spring! kind of…
And as quickly as it arrived, it bogged off. A few more days of snow and sofa would have been nice although I could have done without the eye-wateringly cold winds, and it means I can now go for a run without paddling ankle deep through freezing cold brown sludge or skidding about on the ice, which will be a…
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the weather outside is (supposedly) frightful…
…or at least if we were to believe the more scurrilous bits of the media, who couldn’t sound more excited if the next Ice Age was beginning to unfold. If – unlike me – you read the gutter press it probably already has, and if not then apparently tomorrow we can expect Armageddon, rather than some extremely cold but otherwise…