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    sick and tired…

    Well predictably, any ideas about birthday celebrating went out of the window when what began with a nasty headache and faint general feeling of shivery, not-very-well nausea around mid-afternoon on Saturday (enough, thankfully, to stop me actually travelling anywhere and spending money on anything) escalated to full-on, violent, hell hath no fury, food poisoning (presumably, although expecting to be dining…

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    3(8) is the magic number…

    And it’s that time of year again; having waited up until gone midnight in order to alter (most) online ads and profile pages (those which UK internet users actually look at taking priority – the rest can be gradually updated without anyone noticing), loyal readers can now see that Birthday has rolled around again and I now have a whole…

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    +1…

    Firstly, may I add my voice to those of the other Nigella-appreciating ladies – having first noticed Claire‘s blog and then spotted a Girly Crush confession on Laura’s, I have to join in and state that there is nothing I too would like better than a lovely Nigella of my very own. Unfortunately, some things can’t be helped and since…