Why, oh why do I always leave everything to the last minute? There are 11 days until my leaving date, and only yesterday did The Fear finally kick in enough to make me start panicking and trying to get organised. It’s hard to think about sitting down and writing an even vaguely entertaining blog post [...]
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Jo stands back, exasperated, brandishing the scissors dangerously close to my ear.
“No, this isn’t right at all,” she says, looking harrassed, “I just think it’s far too sensible for you. It makes you look… I don’t know…” she pauses, searching for the right word. “Sane,” she concludes sadly.
“It’s too ‘old’ for her,” agrees Jo’s next [...]
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I arrive at Max and Joy’s house for tea.
Mini-Joy comes running to greet me, but stops suddenly and just stares intently at me. “Hello, Mini-Joy!” I say cheerily, crouching down. “What have you been doing today?”
She continues to gaze at me. “What,” she says finally, sounding more disturbed than I’ve ever heard a small child [...]
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Well, really. I’ve just seen the following advertisement on Facebook.
Awesome Rooms For Rent
Probably too nice for you, though! We’d rather have your friends. Do them a favour, let them know!
I feel rather offended. Obviously, such an arrogant marketing ploy failed to have the desired effect on me, and I was not curious enough click on the link [...]
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It’s my own fault, I suppose, for being so unwilling to spend more than a couple of quid on jewellery. Perhaps if my nose studs were more expensive, they’d be less likely to fall apart, bend, and start catching on towels and tissues and things in a potentially painful manner.
I gathered all my equipment (tissues, [...]
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I send Jo a very harrassed text message. I’m not sure if it’s even possible for a text message to be harrassed, but if it is, then this one certainly merits that description.
Hair has reached emergency horror stage. Urgently need help. Please advise.
I return to staring gloomily into the mirror.
My problem is that I get [...]
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It’s early in the morning, and Kat and I are having some quality bonding time. By this, I mean that she is lying on my pillow looking as haughty as ever, I am attempting to cuddle her, and she, in turn, is not swiping me across the face with her claws. It’s a precious moment.
As [...]
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Had coffee with Nelly and her daughter, Hannah, on Saturday.
Nelly is the one you should hold responsible for the existence of Coffee Helps, being the owner of the very first blog I ever read, and the one who first encouraged me to Keep On Blogging. I decided that I needed to meet her in person [...]
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“Your Granda was in an awful state the other night,” says Mum. “He came in looking all upset, holding his favourite DVD and saying Ye know them wee disks? Somebody told me that if ye get a scratch on them, they’re broke, is that true? If I scratch it, is it broke? I think it’s [...]
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Staring around the kitchen, wondering what I can possibly blog about, my eyes fall (“fig”) on the colourful masterpiece that is my fridge. We all gain inspriration from our own quirky sources; if my muse is on the fridge door, who am I to ignore it?
Since I moved into this neighbourhood a year ago, I’ve [...]
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