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Hello, 2014

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It’s been far too long. I haven’t written here for months and months, and I suppose I should write a little about how much I missed my blog, and how much I longed to be able to share myself with the world again, but the truth is, I didn’t. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I love my blog. I…

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F.O.O.D

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Pista-chio. (Beautiful, expensive, rich.) I have a bag of these, and I don’t know what to do with them. That’s rare for me; it’s rare that I don’t know what to do with an ingredient. But when it comes to these I’m torn. Should I save them for Diwali and add them to a sweet, made with thickened milk, sugar,…

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More! More babies!

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I’d be happy to have one child. I think everyone who reads this blog has sort of realised that by now. One child to call me mum. I’m also not sure how I’d react to anyone telling me to ‘have more babies’. Yet, I see that sort of thing all the time. Recently, a friend’s birth announcement announcing the birth…

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For The Love Of A Child

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When I was out running errands yesterday I stopped for a cup of coffee and a calming piece of biscotti in one of my favourite¬†caf√©s.¬†I wasn’t feeling particularly interested enough in humanity yesterday to indulge in my favourite¬†caf√© pastime of people watching, and I wasn’t interested in the various newspapers that hung temptingly on the newspaper stand beside the revolving…

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Settle down, your life is over.

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I find that I’m unusually contented with my lot lately. It’s not rare for me to go through periods of contentment where I am happy to go through my day doing my work, and living my quiet life. But underneath that contentment there’s always a fire, a perennial longing to do today all the things I want someday. I’ve learned…

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The Daddy Doll

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When I was five years old, I was given my very first dolls house. It came with a set of dolls house dolls who lived in it, and it was as tall as I was, had pink and white furniture, real curtains at the windows, and even a winding staircase. The dolls house dolls who lived in it were a…

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Last Will and Testament

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  I dropped in unexpectedly on mum the other day to find her having a cup of tea with her solicitor, a kindly old man whom I’ve known since I was a little girl. My most endearing memory of him is the way he held my hand when I was a terrified five-year-old in court during my parents’ rather bitter…

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