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Protected: The day with the long night and no sleep

on Feb 16, 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!

The day it WAS King Richard III in that car park. Christ.

on Feb 4, 2013

King Richard III’s beens found under the asphalt of a fucking car park. Seriously. Look at those words, for Christ’s sake. It’s incredible. Okay, so he wasn’t Britain’s most revered monarch, but if Horrible Histories has taught me anything, it’s that he wasn’t quite the douche history/Shakespeare dictates, and the idea that the location of his burial was somehow lost and tarmaced over is just … madness. Also, am I the only one who thinks it’s kind of awesome that a king died in battle? That he wasn’t huddled in a bunker hundreds of miles away? He didn’t shy from his duty. Yeah, I know our current day princes are in the Forces but … I don’t know. Maybe I’m being unfair, but I find it hard to imagine any contemporary nobility sat stride our modern day equivalent of a horse and galloping into danger. I...

The day it wasn’t awkward

on Feb 3, 2013

Exactly what the title says. :)

The day with … not much, really

on Feb 2, 2013

Lazy day. Hard to believe that a weekend can be distinctly different when you don’t have an office job to go to but … here I am. Living proof. Highlight was watching the opening two episodes of The Following which had been sitting on our planner, unviewed, for a little while now. Can’t believe we let them idle like that. Perfectly gross and intriguing in equal measures, it’s 2012/3’s answer to Jack Bauer with some extreme Dexterish homicide stuffed in for good measure. We’d only watched it as a time-filler before the rugby, too – in truth, I wasn’t that bothered. After munching lunch and wondering how to waste time before the Rugby came on (Ireland SMASHED Wales; oh, the irony of “wasting time” when the game was nothing but a colossal waste of time anyway), we thought we’d give it a whirl. M – whose stomach is...

The Day I Was Recapping

on Jan 23, 2013

I’ve been nose-deep in my archives. 2002. 2003. Pre- and post-pregnancy highs and lows. Whining about my ex-ex-job and my ex-ex-colleagues. Family woes. FEELINGS. Too many of those. Mostly sad ones but the occasion happy one jammed in there too. It’s odd; some events are still day-glo bright memories, others are long, long lost in the swirls and whirls of my mind. I complained a lot – some things justifiable, many of them were not. It’s amazing how simultaneously familiar and alien that Vikki is to the one I live within now.

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