Where do you go when pain becomes personal? I mean really personal. And not just any old pain, I mean gut-searing, heart-wrenching pain? The kind that threatens to unhinge the very thought of life or living?
A moment might indeed seem such a long time. Do you (more…)
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Tilly and her all-girl choir (as I call them) were up at the crack of dawn this morning, twittering to their heart’s content and blissfully unaware that the more languid human bi-ped (now unwillingly alerted to their presence) was about to throw the book at them! Noisy neighbours!
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My old school-friend Sal reminds me of what long time friendship means. And what’s that you say? Well, here’s the thing, for me it’s the reference to the ‘long’ bit that gives you a clue. Long time for Sal on the other hand has meant long-between letters, long-between chats and (more…)
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It’s your average ‘no-ego-in-the-way’ kind of person who’ll just ‘fess up when they know they’re wrong or have been wrong about a thing. Right? Well, maybe!
Why? Because no-one wants to (more…)
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Making friends has never really been a problem for me. I was an early starter. It began my mother said, with the 4 to 6-legged kind and ended up with your run-of-the-mill human bi-ped that had an appetite to rival even the hungriest Hereford calf I brought home. My mother, well she preferred (more…)
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