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when we say Cypress, you say…
And it’s two months on from my first trip ever to the Royal Albert Hall, despite my first ever gig in London being thirty six and a bit years ago in 1987 (The Cure at Wembley Arena, for anybody interested) and Cypress Hill did not disappoint. I’ve said it before, but the problem with summer on the blog is that…
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everyone’s gone to the movies…
And the return to normality continues apace! I did have the chance to catch up on some domesticity last weekend when some of my Saturday plans were unexpectedly cancelled; the plans to wash my hair and finish off the honey cake went ahead without incident and I not only got a fresh set of listings on eBay sorted but another…
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it’ll be here before we know it…
Christmas cake baking day, that is. The leaves are falling, the nights are drawing in and the oddbod bags of dried fruit hanging about in the baking box have been loosely assembled; sherry has been bought and after a proper inventory to see what’s missing the whole lot will be going on to soak midweek – yay! Autumn is resolutely…