Show me the way to go home

When the three bags you pull out of your plastic bag keeper in your utility room are not from the country in which you live, it gives you pause.

I would like to think it’s due to the bag charge in my current country of residence PLUS the need to double wrap items purchased on vacation due to the extreme frequency of the inspections of our efficiently packed suitcases….

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When you live next to Giants fans….

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Aren’t you leaving it late?

Um, this is NEXT year’s Christmas gin.

Clementine, ginger, cardamom pods, litre of decent gin. Strain in a month or so, pour into a nice bottle (or two) then forget about it until you need it.

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Good times

And this was from a few weeks ago when we weren’t even AT one of our team’s games….

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The girl and the boy at

There must be easier ways to make money, but there are few more fun!

House seats. Thanks Tara!

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‘…but his love will be true.’

The only good thing about being away from my husband for several long weeks is the knowledge he would never cook this sort of breakfast for himself.

(In my defence, this IS only for Saturdays with a golf competition).

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A hero

is NOT an over-paid man child who kicks a little ball into a big net (or doesn’t).

A hero struggles through the dark and cold and wet and cramped conditions of a mountain cave system to rescue trapped souls then brings them out alive.

Perspective, people.

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