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Lazy Sunday Afternoons
So, Sunday. Sunday’s come around, and almost gone. First day off in an age. Or so it feels, not actually the case, but I’m so…
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It’s probably a mark of how close to exhausted I am…
But I just spent several long minutes laughing at this quote: When the news reporter said “Shopkeepers are opening their doors bringing out blankets and…
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1 and a half hours in exchange for 5
My day went like this: 0500 – get up. 0600 – Leave for work. 0700 – Start shift in A&E. 1000 – Quick Break. 13:45…
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…and breathe.
It’s funny, living in the UK. When I grew up back in the 80s, it seems to have been (at least, in my memory) a…
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insignificance
I heard about the bombs in London this morning at about 11 o’clock. I was sat faffing, as I often do when I’ve got a…
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[status of parental units]
My dad is in hospital again. He’s been in hospital for a couple of days now; and is very ill. A stent (thing used to…
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And on it goes
So, I took today off sick. Something, perhaps the chilli-dogs last night, or the huge quantity of cheese didn’t agree with me… Spent most of…
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Abandoned…[3: Urinal]
Okay, I don’t have an obsession with Gents Loos, although it might look that way…
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Abandoned…[2]
I’ve always had a facination with abandonded places, thought it was a bit odd to be honest, no one else seemed to be quite as…
Past few days [catchup post]
So, uh, Thursday was Treys Birthday. Which rocked. We headed up north, to my spiritual home (which, incidentally, is not dodgy); Birmingham. Remembering from oh-so-many…