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the f word…
Forty, that is – happy birthday to me! I am officially beginning my next decade, so yay! And to my blessed relief, I have been assured that this is no reason to start behaving like a grown up; just as well since I still intend to eat Dairylea and Chipsticks and I’ve just booked my next round of horror film…
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and relax…
I post from the cosy corner of my mini-office having spent the last few days starting as I mean to go on, that is to say, with peace and quiet, gentle movements, proper food and as little actual physical or mental exertion as possible outside my favourite yoga (and less favourite Zumba and Body Pump) classes at the gym, along…
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i’m back! sort of…
…and Happy New Year! Albeit a few days late; having managed to pack everything bar my laptop’s charger cable I have not only been negotiating a three-location work trip mostly outside the UK for the last nine days, I’ve been doing so completely on BlackBerry power (doable, but not recommended) and thus no updates from the Emerald Isle as planned…