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The best laid plans…

It had been my intention today to have a solid day of doll dressing, interspersed with telling you all about nineteenth century French Fashion dolls, which may have been responsible for doll mania in the twentieth century, the development of … Continue reading

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Still achoo.

As I still have this streaming cold I don’t feel well enough to do much.  Television is stupid.  (You noticed?)  Books are heavy to hold and I only have five minutes before I cough again.  I need something which you … Continue reading

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Achoo.

Yes I have the cold.  If I were a man it would be flu.  The OH brought it home and sat and sneezed without benefit of a handkerchief or tissue, saying that he was paralysed when sneezing.  It took two … Continue reading

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Piles.

Yes, I have piles, I have piles of piles and lots of them.  Putting cream on them will not help.  Sucking my stomach in and thinking of higher things is no help at all and eating prunes doesn’t make a … Continue reading

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End of year* pop quiz.

Television channels and magazines are full of them, this time of year.  Quizzes, that is.  This is actually because no editor can get the journalists out of the bar for love nor money.  Here the quiz is because I like … Continue reading

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Deliverance.

Somewhere in the house are the two volumes necessary to contain all the information of a children’s encyclopaedia.  You’d need a bigger set now because this one is over a hundred years old.  It has a page or two on … Continue reading

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Harrumph.

Dickens had elderly characters saying harrumph. There is a possibility that I may be turning into an elderly Dickensian. I don’t say ‘harrumph’ as much as I say ‘huh!’  I say ‘Huh!’ a lot, also ‘Oh Dear!’. I am unable … Continue reading

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Rationalising the wheeled cases.

Sounds like something that might be written sideways on a file box in a solicitor’s office, doesn’t it? It’s much less glamorous than that and not half as exciting.  It’s still just me, trying to get ready for the next … Continue reading

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Summer is…

icumen in, time to change your wardrobe over. Is a line Shakespeare only wrote a bit of, the rest is mine. Or how about:  For lo! The winter is past, time to change your wardrobe over. It’s that there global … Continue reading

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Win. win–win, win.,

Few events in life are good in both directions.  Researching Marie Antionette again, trips in a tumbril, really bad both ways.  Political elections bad for most, good for a few for a limited time (a week, tops.)  Flooded towns – … Continue reading

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