And here’s one I made earlier

To quote a well-loved television show from my childhood, “here’s one two I made earlier.” Actually, to be honest, they dragged on a bit because I did a few other things while I was at them, and in the end I decided that if I didn’t crack on fairly smartish, I rather hoped I wouldn’t [...]

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I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I love it.

I had a whole other post planned, but Life intervened and it didn’t happen. Or not enough of it happened, so it’s languishing in Draft-land. Sorry post: at least you are not alone. Some of my best posts are there. I have spent most of the last couple of days trying to recover from the [...]

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The half-life of building work

I have observed this phenomenon before, but am unsure whether it is a universally recognized one (that it is universally experienced I doubt not at all). The builders come; they crack on splendidly; the job* is nearly done; then it is nearly, nearly done and then, it gradually but inexorably collapses into the sagging mush [...]

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“Yoghurt knitters”

That was the verdict (in the most scathing tone possible) of my builder on the kind of people who live in houses like mine. I’m don’t think he meant to be rude, and I’m not absolutely sure he’s noticed my own lurking sock, but he has me bang to rights. It’s a fair cop, guv.  [...]

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Lurgy (but not swine flu)

I’m shivering through today, shivered through last night, and through yesterday, laid low with another of my recurrent bouts of tonsilitis. I so hate this. I can probably write off most of the next week to misery. I had no energy today so I did little more than make the builder tea, look at a [...]

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Tripping over the builders

I’m back from my friend’s, and the sun is shining for the fourth day in a row, and the builders are lurking in the garden with noisemaking equipment and the radio (I so wish I could impose my taste in music, or shared theirs) . All seems well with the world, so there’s a glaring [...]

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Born pyromaniac

“Most glassblowers aren’t born artists,” says Caleb Siemon. “They’re born pyromaniacs.” On Saturday I found out a little more… but I haven’t any time to write about the most thrilling day I’ve had in a long time because I’m taking the little ones and running away from the builders. We’re off to see my oldest [...]

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