… in a land far far away. Oh, okay, if you insist on boring fact… Croydon. Where was I? Oh yes. Akra Jr is 8 years old today. EIGHT YEARS OLD! I don’t feel old enough to have an eight year old son. Anyway, he’s as had as fun a day as possible with a [...]

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It doesn’t appear to be my week. First, one of our skylights started to leak during the heavy rain yesterday (we think it might have been due to some sort of grit/debris stopping the window closing properly – at least the seal seems intact – we can’t be sure until the next bout of rain) [...]

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I had some time spare on Sunday morning, and thought I’d tackle one of my to do list items. I didn’t think it would take long – just needed to move the clump of daffodils that were in our old front flower bed (now been grass-seeded) to a new position around a palm tree at [...]

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I seem to have spent most of the day wading through treacle. I’ve been completely zoned out, exhausted and lethargic. Normally some exercise in the afternoon would have helped rally me a little, but given that I’m not supposed to do any, I resorted to a nap instead. Which didn’t really help either. The kids [...]

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Today so far I have: Found Li’l Bhaji’s milk order form that I should have handed in to school on Friday. Lost another important piece of paperwork that I needed to reply to today. Done the second worst parallel park of my life (outside the library with a police car patiently waiting behind me, oh [...]

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A collection of random thoughts. No matter how nice the weather or how energetic I feel, it really isn’t a great idea to take an hour long walk into town when I’m in the depths of a chesty cold and am asthmatic. Especially when the return journey is uphill. It may be more environmentally friendly [...]

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Okay, so the usual signs are important in our household too. The daffodils are a cheery sight and I love to see more bird activity, listen to them singing. But there are some more significant annual milestones for us: First cutting of the lawn. This great family ritual usually involves me standing at the kitchen [...]

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You know you have those weeks where every time you feel you might just possibly be catching up with where you should be, a whole new lot of tasks drop on you and you’re back where you started? That’s me that is. Hospital appointment, writing, paid work, attempting to de-dustmite the bedroom, general household chores, [...]

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PSc (in full Red Dwarf tradition) stands for Pink Swimming Certificate. Yes, tonight my eldest son, who for years hated to even get his face wet and would beg me to let him stop swimming lessons, got his 10m badge! We’re all very proud. He can even do that clever head side-turn thing to breathe [...]

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