Cover Story

Hello, dear readers

And welcome to what promises to be a relatively busy week in a relatively busy month.

March is always a busy one, to be fair. There are certain milestones within it, certain immovable feasts (plus one that’s strangely fluid, thanks to relying on religious dating). This year that is something that has been expanded upon by circumstance.

I’ll explain.

And Be Damned!

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There comes in every venture, every life, a handful of moments that hold the seed of real and lasting change.

I think this week has seen one such instance, because it’s happening; it’s really and truly happening!

Before we get on to that mysterious ‘it’ I’ll take the opportunity to put down in black and white my progress with my stated aims for the year.

Over Sight

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It's me again - the direct result of a promise made when Mark was being extra nice to me over the weekend.

Joking aside, I have had a slightly interesting week, apparently much more interesting than my ever amazing husband.

Eye Chair

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It’s always best when things are fresh in the memory, especially when you have a memory like mine.

It means that details don’t get blurred or distorted by the passage of time. It means minor inconveniences don’t get blown up into full-blown soap operas, complete with a supporting cast of washed up light entertainers and returning characters best remembered from around thirty years ago.

Which is lucky, really.

Taxi For Rankin!

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So, you might remember I mentioned a Valentine’s day meal, yeah?

Well, that happened, and jolly nice it was too. Getting to our prearranged venue and back, though, well that … was less nice.

I’ll explain.

The Lurgy

Hello, dear readers,

All in all, it’d been a bit of a rough week. Not all bad. Not by any means, but it’s fair to say I’ve had better.

And it all started just twenty-four hours after posting this blog!

The Checklist

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And welcome to party central!

Because my wúnderwifey Tina is being swept away by her sister, Jen, to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show; a late Xmas present I hope they both enjoy thoroughly.

And of course, while the cat’s away…

Not that this particular mouse plans to get too wild. No, at the grand old age of 51, I think my wildest days are firmly behind me. Tonight’s debauchery will probably involve a film with plenty of fight scenes and car chases (plus a distinct lack of singing), a take-out, and a scoop or two of bourbon.

But that’s tonight, and before we get there we have the small matter of personal accountability to ponder.