Monthly Archive: September 2011

Sep 22

My toe is thoroughly blue.

No, before you ask, my feet are not depressed. Rather, they were compressed, unwittingly, by some fancy socks that I wore for the Great North Run last Sunday. The fancy socks have two layers so there’s scant chance of blisters. Only problem is I reckon they’d had a boil wash between last wear and the …

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Sep 14

My day began with a stranger’s dandruff on my shoulder.

Seriously. That’s what happened. There I was trying not to cry while reading Cathy Cassidy’s Cherry Crush (entirely gorgeous – I really loved it) and this big guy came and squished into the seat next to me on the train. So unnecessary. I’d caught the 6.04 a.m. from my village and THERE WAS PLENTY OF …

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Sep 13

You know how some people look like their pets?

Well, I’m going to have to seriously consider adopting a whippet. Or a greyhound. Those who know me will think this is all to do with the fact that I’m going to enduring The Great North Run this Sunday (twenty-one loooong kilometres of running, or thirteen point something even longer miles, if you’re all imperial) …

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Sep 10

The little boy is a-ok. Proof?

Shrieking with joy abandon all the way home from school on a Friday afternoon. Peeing in the bushes on the way home from school on a Friday afternoon. Mooning the old ladies all the way home from school on a Friday afternoon. Well, really. Now don’t think for a minute that I’ve gone all soft …

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Sep 06

My little boy stopped breathing last Sunday.

One minute everything was fine, and the next I saw him come staggering towards me, his eyes wide and staring, his mouth agape. He could not speak. Before he could get to me he stumbled, hit first the chair, then the wall, and passed out, but not before I realised he wasn’t breathing at all. …

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