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    twenty one more sleeps to go…

    Well whatever the detractors might think (and unlike myself after eight mince pies from Betty’s brought by a kind visitor the other day), it’s all undoubtedly starting to take shape, starting with the weather (distinctly chilly at time of writing), the television (on which I have watched many, many Bonds over the last couple of weeks) and not least the…

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    paradise found…

    A slight exaggeration maybe, but after a relaxing week at home with TV, comfort food, fishes and the all-encompassing pleasantness that comes from attempting nothing more challenging than laundry for a few days (only fair after muchas liveliness on the islands) it’s fair to say that a heavy sigh of resignation was emitted when the time came this morning to…

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    girl, interrupted…

    And huge apologies for the sizeable blog-gap – the mind and typing fingers were willing, but the available internet connection was weak; fortunately I have now appropriated an ethernet cable from the front desk of my charmingly well appointed and spacious Jersey digs after four days of less than effective moving-of-the-laptop-around-the-room both here and in the Isle of Man, Gawd…