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A Banff Birthday with Brontës and Butterflies.

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I had a mid-week birthday last week and what with being the only person I know not at work that day, I decided to take myself out. First thing in the morning my… Continue reading

My Desert Island Book

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I’ve been finding it hard to read. The news of impending redundancy has made me a jittery, C.V-redrafting, cake-seeking missile of worry. Full panic has yet to take over as I have lots… Continue reading

Skim-skimanny, skim-skimanny, skim-skim, skeree…

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I enjoyed The Hog’s Back Mystery, but only becasue I read about 60% of it. If I had read every word, this would be a different review. So, it only seems right that… Continue reading

Is it possible to be addicted to nostalgia?

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A little before Christmas I remembered The Box of Delights. I’d only known it as a TV show, on air in 1984 (when I was eight, so I remember the special effects as… Continue reading

In The Bleak, Pointless, January

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Happy new year! Happy new books! Happy frugal January living! Happy windscreen scraping! Happy thinking about a diet or face being cut in half by jeans waistband when sitting down! (That last one… Continue reading

“I am the Ghost of Christmas Present,” said the Spirit. “Look upon me!”

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Once upon a time, we used to post on here daily. Sure, there’s two of us so the burden was split, but I still don’t know how we did it. I suspect many… Continue reading

Seeds For The Robins, Neeps For The Deer.

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Storm Caroline made the end of my week a cold, wet and battered one. The area I cover with my sheltered housing job is coastal, and the sea often came up over the… Continue reading

Reading Round-up (now fortified with knitting and library news)

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I’ve been purchasing! I really can’t afford it, but BARGAINS! I was looking for all the Tommy and Tuppences. Amazon had the price for one book as £7.99, and I got the whole… Continue reading

I’ve had an Agatha Christie weekend!

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Alas, I don’t mean I’ve spent the weekend in a stately home watching actors bite the dust or clutching pearls (possibly both at the same time). Nope, I mean I read the Poirot… Continue reading

You must not read from the book!

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For the past couple of weeks I’ve been clad in a dressing gown, tripping off my nut on dihydrocodeine, and nursing a small patchwork quilt of stitches in my mouth (routine surgery, nothing that… Continue reading