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Gag
I could write a poem about the joys of sleeping on a bed but I will spare you. A few things happened since I last posted but I don’t want to talk about it. Not yet anyway. Hence, the title ‘gag’. I’ve been speaking to O yesterday, we had a good email exchange going and…
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QOTD
Surprisingly a lot more than people would think!I volunteer four days a week for a charity, which provides digital devices for free to the people of Manchester facing digital poverty. We get referrals from all over the city and the greater Manchester area. I prioritize and filter them, prepare the devices and get them out…
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Scribblings
So for my sins, I have been charged with 2 tooth extractions, a filling, and some kind of other white fillings for the receding gums. I haven’t had any treatment for quite a few years so I see this as not such a bad thing. The extractions could be turned into fillings but as they…
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A new dawn…
Hey. This will be my first proper post in about 2 years. It is something that I miss doing as it helps me, or so the therapist says, to get things off my chest and on to paper. Although I do prefer writing on paper. Even though my hand hurts after an hour or so.…
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Weekend Report
It was a good weekend. As usual it flew by, which is a good thing & bad rolled into one. Saturday involved an early morning trek to Stockport to find maternatey clothes for J. You get so much free stuff when your pregnant its unreal. The books they give you all contradict each other, they…
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The Weekend Report…
They should invent a device which causes a time distortian at weekends, slowing down time to at least a 2:1 ratio. They always come and go so quickly. Although someone would no doubt abuse said device and then no one could use it. In second thoughts, lets not invent the device but instead create a…
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Randomness of randomnicity
It is worrying that it has taken this long to finally set aside some time to do a post. The weather is lovely outside, a lot nicer than the lingering muggyness we’ve had the past couple of days. Hopefully, gone are the days of walking at lunch time and coming back with a cloud of…