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  • Keighley

    Keighley

    My next door neighbour and I sat outside tonight and had a few drinks. It wasn’t raining for once and she loves the kids and they her. We looked out on my forest of green tomatoes, some as big as a lemon and imagined them should there be some sun…

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  • Rainy days…

    Rainy days…

    I started a new painting today. I had this light on. That light on. Every bloody light on. Basically it should be daylight for most of the day. It’s Summer. It’s like the 40 days of night in the UK right now. We will drown under a sea of rainwater…

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  • Endurance

    Endurance

    I was having a lovely time adding to my basket on Temu but my internet is fucked so I thought I might as well write instead. Although I’m on Talk Talk of course it all boils down to good old BT in the end. Doesn’t it always?! That good old…

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  • Genetics

    Genetics

    Poverty, male abuse and murder from a female perspective…I jest I’m currently reading a factual account of some horrendous Australian serial murders from back in 1992. But I am wanting to write about the poverty that surrounded both the victims and perpetrators and the constant abuse. The absolute male abuse…

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  • Taking the piss

    Taking the piss

    I’m not sure what us old women are supposed to do any more. How we are supposed to not get very, very angry. The kids don’t see it they don’t have the time. They just work harder and harder for very little in return. Meanwhile: A man wins Miss Netherlands…

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  • The fake wedding

    The fake wedding

    Let me write about the wedding whilst I’m in the mood. The invite came over the phone with one proviso ‘WE DON’T WANT YOUR SISTER TO COME’. Yep that’s how it was. As always I didn’t know what to do for the best. My sister was always aloof but a…

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  • My daughter and my none dad

    My daughter and my none dad

    With an honours degree in child and adolescent mental health my daughter works hard in several roles, continues to learn and grow and most importantly helps so many other people. Tomorrow morning she has an interview for one of the very few places in this area for a government bursaried…

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  • Tired to the bones…

    Tired to the bones…

    I’m getting tired again. Deep in my bones and a little in my soul too. I’m tired of the constant rounds of blood tests and mri’s. Worrying about results. Next week it’s a biopsy of my pancreatic cyst that continues to grow slowly but surely towards cancer or removal. A…

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  • Writing gibberish, I don’t think so!

    Writing gibberish, I don’t think so!

    A blog is what it is. A place to write. It could show off holidays for instance. Or poetry. Or your family life. It’s what you want to make it about. It’s a personal thing. It takes some thought. It’s not a little rant on facebook because someone has spoken…

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  • Summer and no narcissists in sight…

    Summer and no narcissists in sight…

    We had a teeny bit of rain today. It seems weeks since it last did. My friend next door and I have mastered the hosepipe so the garden is thriving. We have had lettuce and radishes so far but beans, peas, courgettes, potatoes, caulis, peppers, aubergines and about thirty tomato…

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