Tag: life
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123: HAY
It’s Saturday morning and Lizzie and I are doing jobs in the kitchen. Things are a little tense, because they always are on a Saturday morning. This is because Lizzie always wants to kick off the weekend with an epic crusade of catching up with chores. Whereas the only epic thing I want to do…
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117: GRANDMA vs. CEDRIC – PART 2
Any of you who are long-term readers of Stop Telling Me I’m Brave might remember my description of the love-hate relationship between our dog Cedric and Lizzie’s mother A. (Or Grandma as she’s referred to in our household). OK, let’s be honest, despite the fact that Grandma sometimes feeds Cedric scraps of food at the…
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101: DRUNK GUY
I’m currently working one day a week in central London, doing my latest film production job. When I get on the train to London, in the morning, and when I get on the train back home, in the evening, I’m focused on one thing… getting a seat around a proper table. I mean a table…
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84: KEFALONIA – PART 2
I feel discombobulated in a way I’ve never felt before. Oh sure, I’ve been lost plenty of times before – walking around towns or driving through the countryside (particularly in the pre-satnav age). But I’ve always had a pretty good idea which country I’m in (currently, I’m still not 100% sure we’re even in Greece).…
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