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Protected: The day with the actual wtf

on Jan 13, 2014

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

Protected: The day with the reset

on Jan 6, 2014

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

The day I was REALLY glad I was still on holiday

on Jan 2, 2014

The quotes – do they bother you? I hope not. 2013 was a year chocful of melancholic reflection, and as a lover of a wonderful turn of phrase, it’s these kind of poncey quotes and lyrics that kept me going. I try and avoid the really cheesy, cliched ones – no, really, I swear – but ones like the Churchill quote resonate in weird and wholly wonderful ways. I hope they do for you, too. If not – well, I don’t know what to tell you. You might need to close your eyes for every other post, dude. (Psst. If you have any favourites that you think I may love, please do share!) Today’s been surprisingly productive – well, so far, at least. I spent the morning lying beside my snoring spouse in bed, hammering my way through a very full inbox and talking bollocks on Twitter (as I’m wont to do these days). I am so very happy that I’m not yet...

The day I was just rubbish at this

on Sep 3, 2013

I know. I suck. I’m awful. I’m the world’s worst blogger. Just let me get this week out of the way, okay? Day job (summary: it’s good), part-time job (long story: more next time), writing job (LOADS of work has fallen into my lap – typical), parenting job (my favourite job of all) – all are conspiring to make writing here the world’s biggest challenge. I try to find fifteen minutes in the day to get back into the swing of things, but it’s so bloody hard. I’m routinely collapsing in a heap at eight, and usually asleep by half nine. Stamina. I have none. I have two deadlines looming, but once they’re out of the way, I’ll come back. I promise. Until then: how are you doing, kiddo? And the family? Work? Tell me all about it …

Protected: The day things were looking up

on Jul 29, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

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