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This morning, MrPloppy got a phone call from the daughter of a friend of ours, letting us know he’s in hospital with leukaemia. Then tonight I went to visit my ESOL student, and she told me that not only was the taxi driver who was murdered recently a friend of theirs (not surprising, really, given…
I decided to have another big baking day, this time for “Comfort For Christchurch”, a group who are delivering food parcels to the worst-affected suburbs. So I made: Lemon & Coconut Slice (which didn’t work as well as I hoped, because the filling didn’t quite set. MrPloppy reckons they still taste good though, and happily…
It’s been a busy few weeks. Work has been as ridiculous as always (actually, more so, thanks to idiots panicking unneccessarily about swine flu), and the rest of my time has flitted away in inconsequential ways in the way that time always does. So, as usual, rather than any sort of real account of what…
Written 9.26 am, Tuesday 1 August 2006, to be uploaded whenever I get a chance… Why is it the moment DD goes down I have an uncontrollable urge to write a diary entry? It’s not even as if I have anything particularly interesting to report (except that evienz caught one of my books from the…
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Looks like 2009 is going to be another year of great intentions as far as my blog goes. Usual story – too much interesting (and “interesting”) stuff going on in life to spend time sitting at the computer writing about it. Anyway, what I’ve been doing for the last couple of weeks: The bookcrossing picnic…
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A very wise decision.
The busy busy at the beginning is a sort of blessing in disguise. One has to forge ahead and it keeps us from digging a hole with our pain and crawling in. Instead we blaze a trail into new territory.
I have been thinking of you, and I’m glad you posted to let us know how things are.
I hope your year off gives you more than recovery. May it be a time where you construct wings to fly.
Many hugs … and much love…
Y.