Family Life

No Sweat

Monday, 6 December 2004

I was reminded of one of my misheard lyric moments today, how sometimes we hear the wrong words in a song. Like “then you come to me on a submarine” from the Bee Gees in How Deep is Your Love, or ‘scuse me, while I kiss this guy’ by Hendix in Purple Haze.

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Deck the Boughs

Saturday, 4 December 2004

It’s December. Decision time. Do you buy a real Crimble tree, or drag out the old tinsel snagged artificial variety? Personally, and from my youth, the live one was always best. At least until about three days in when the needles began to shed, and a night time trip for a pee became a minefield. [...]

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Blogging but Briefly

Saturday, 4 December 2004

If you think I’ve been quiet lately, I haven’t — I’ve been just too busy. Work has been frenetic. I spent all day Thursday interviewing, something I’m not keen on at the best of times, but,there were nine candiates which meant it was one after from nine till five. I was totally cream crackered by [...]

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Vapour Trails

Tuesday, 30 November 2004

It was a gloriously clear still morning today and the vapour trails hung in the sky showing just how much air traffic goes over our heads at night. I took the picture from the back of our house (click on it for a larger version) but it still doesn’t quite capture the moment. We could [...]

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In the Picture

Sunday, 28 November 2004

I don’t want to harp on about the death of our dog, Bingo, but it has raised an issue for us. Mrs P has taken it rather badly (she did walk him once or twice a day) and was hunting for some photos of him but found only a few.

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B-I-N-G-O

Saturday, 27 November 2004

I’m a rather sad blogger this evening. Our dog, Bingo, died suddenly today — a ‘catestrophic internal haemorrhage’ according to the vet that meant that we had to have him put down.

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Text Goddess

Monday, 22 November 2004

Mrs Parrots is under the weather at the moment. A cold followed by a sinus infection and a course of antibiotics. Not that I’m being asked to be a ministering angel — tea and sympathy is about my mark.

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‘Tis the season etc

Friday, 12 November 2004

I quite shocked myself today — I did my first Christmas shopping. That is bloody organised for someone who usually leaves it until the week before and wanders the stores in desperate need of inspiration. Actually, it wasn’t organised at all. After heavy rain and blowing a gale mid-morning, the skies of Manchester turned blue [...]

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Remember, remember

Saturday, 6 November 2004

‘Remember, remember the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason and plot.’ The time when we turn our quiet suburban streets into downtown Baghdad with fireworks of multiple mortar attack proportions.

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