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    back to reality…

    And with Tree long since collected and safely back outside with the other trees until next Christmas, the Christmas food almost done with bar a spare pudding that I bought by accident, plus a few frozen leftovers (and their days are numbered given that I’ll be hoiking them out as soon as the fridge is looking a bit thin) and…

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    baby steps (and a few steps back)…

    As things continue to pick up a bit and as much as traipsing up to Moorgate for a wander through the huge Finsbury Pavement shop will have done me lots of good, my favourite news of the week has been the long-awaited reopening of my neighbourhood M&S on Fenchurch Street for a hygienically wrapped croissant, some Greek yoghurt and a…

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    a tale about an unprejudiced heart…

    It’s been another lovely peaceful week! Now there’s a surprise. This last weekend has marked a full calendar month of not working and therefore a full calendar month of not wearing makeup, lingerie or – thinking about it – any garment that isn’t pyjamas or a dressing gown requires fastenings. I can’t pretend I haven’t wondered whether I ought to put…