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92.Life in A Song
Carlton Pearson‘s Mother Sherman Testimony song coming up as part of a random album shuffle on Symfonium/Navidrome took me down memory lane, particularly how it all fell apart for him after being branded a heretic for his views on hell (Universalism). Come Sunday should make its way to my summer watching list I think. Quite… Continue reading
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91. Oh Bummer!
Found out today that a job I was in the running for has been pulled. Le Sigh.. As an old friend used to say! It is what it is, I guess! Continue reading
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90. “Good” Leaving
Photo by Nataliya Melnychuk on Unsplash Such is the spate of news impacting my industry that the mood in the office on my three mandated days is meh at best. One is increasingly likely to see clusters of people talking in hushed tones, presumably attempting to collectively digest what the latest salvo – internal and/or… Continue reading
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89. Train Troubles
With my weekend, and Dutch exertions all done, it has been an underwhelming return to regular life, complete with the merely meh service of SWR. Today’s issue was a failed signal between Ashford and Staines resulting in a twenty minute wait. I live in hope that someday SWR will get its act together. I won’t… Continue reading
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88. Getting Art-y
Bang in the middle of the summer holidays without any let up in real life, we caved, and are sending L to art camp. Creative side or not, we don’t expect she’ll turn out into Great Britain’s answer to Picasso, but getting something to occupy her for the next few weeks is the idea. Day… Continue reading
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87. Tatted Up
One of the delights of going back up North was rediscovering my old haunts, chief of which was shiprow. When I still lived up there, I went through there several times a day – to and fro work, and for non-work days on to Union Square and/or Church. Malones was the scene of many a… Continue reading
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86. Joy (And a Nigerian Party)
Suitably rested – as far as one can be outside their own bed – the main day came, and out to the sticks we went. Lodged as I was bang in the city centre, for the sake of my old haunts, getting there would have cost an arm an a kidney, thanks to the famously… Continue reading
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85. Going (True) North
It is nearly a year since I was up here. Then, work drew me up, leaving little time for socialising and getting to grips with the place I left well on six years ago. The primarily reason is purely social – a family that is about as close to family as could be for me… Continue reading
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84. Bring your child to work day
On bring your child to work day, I decided to take the opportunity to drag L along, given how much interest she has shown in getting to know where I work. There were the small matters of two meetings to navigate – an early one which ended at 9am , and the other which finished… Continue reading
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83. (The Lost Art of) Building Things
Two days of hard work, meetings and decisions after my Schiphol debacle, it was finally time to kick back and let our collective hairs (what was left of them) down. Dinner and some beers in a town half way between work and the hotel was the location of choice, on the advice of a colleague… Continue reading
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