It has occurred to me that I am missing a vital piece of equipment for my journey through life. I’m utterly perplexed as to how I have survived thus far without it, to be honest, and having made the discovery I know that I’m now going to be suffering from a weird, unsettled, jittery feeling [...]
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Mum has purchased a Fireside Quiz.
It’s one of those numbers/letters ones (e.g. 49 N in TNL = 49 Numbers in The National Lottery), and after Sunday dinner today it provided us with entertainment of the “this family really isn’t normal, is it?” variety.
“240 Old People in a Picnic,” said The Sister, thoughtfully. “What about 21 D in [...]
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Kat the Cat has a stalker!
It’s more than a little bit disturbing. Tom Cat has been staking out our humble home for the past week, and shows no signs of losing interest, while Kat has been displaying every sign that she is, underneath her cute and furry exterior, a bit cheap. The Sister is unamused [...]
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“Hails, do me a favour and post this letter,” said The Sister the other morning as I was leaving for work.
“Hails, do me a favour and drop this key in to the estate agent on the way home,” said Zed the other evening as we were leaving work.
The Sister and Zed should really think about [...]
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A few months ago, I stumbled upon the blog of a young woman in Canada. She calls her site Finding Joy Every Day, and her delightful approach to life as a series of both simple and profound events containing joy, if only we choose to see them, has inspired this rather belated post in the middle of [...]
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“Well, that’s a woman has put that ad in the paper,” says The Sister from behind the Ballymena Guardian.
“How so?” I ask distractedly, staring intently at the Scrabulous board as I try to figure out how to get my “Q” on to a triple letter and make it count twice.
Sister peers over the paper at [...]
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The Sister and I have taken to having late-night sleepover-type conversations.
“Look at the state of this Eeyore,” she said the other night as we were lying on my bed discussing The Future. She held up my bedraggled cuddly toy in some disgust.
“It’s fine,” I said somewhat defensively. “He’s seven years old and I’ve cuddled him every [...]
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I returned my trolley to the trolley bay, turned to jog back to Rio the Clio, and almost collided with the trolley attendant.
“Thank you!” he said unexpectedly. I looked around for a moment and concluded, from the absence of other people in the immediate area, that he was talking to me.
“I didn’t do anything,” I [...]
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“… a load of postmodernist nonsense,” concludes Bluebeard, his hands flailing expressively. “And I was like, ‘You know what? What if you’re an onion? What if you just keep peeling away the layers, layer after layer, and you get to the centre and then realise, uh-oh, there’s nothing left? Why are you even here? If [...]
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The Sister is training to be a First Aider at work.
”Forming a relationship with Resuscitation Annie is the key, really,” she tells me earnestly. Resuscitation Annie is a doll, whose chest conveniently clicks when the appropriate pressure is achieved during chest compressions.
“The thing is,” says Sister pensively, “as I mentioned to the instructor, how am [...]
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