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Archive for August, 2006

I so understand why Granddad had a headache…

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

It was because of all the ruddy paper dust! I found myself holding my forehead in exactly the same manner as Granddad used to, and my nose was blocked solid for about 3 hours after I left!
Anyway, Sunday afternoon was spent hip deep in old paperwork. Nothing “new” to report from it, and as regards [...]

Apparently, I did something on Tuesday that Girls don’t usually do

Friday, August 25th, 2006

I was one of Granddad’s Pallbearers.
I don’t really see this as a big deal, after all, he’d been supporting me in one way or another for most of my life, so it seemed only right and fitting to return the favour.
But the look of swiftly concealed shock on the Head Bearer’s face when I stepped [...]

Sometimes, unexpected random acts of kindness are just the best

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006

Uknitty: Alive & Knitting
And yes, as you can tell, I’m avoiding sleep. The Funeral is Tommorow…
Bright side, my mini-break was just what I needed to get my head clear of static, and I will be posting some rather wonderful pics of the Beach-sde Waterfall soon.

Thoughts from a “4 Things” MEME I was sent recently

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

Four places I would rather be right now:

Seriously, anywhere but work…

Probably on a Hill somewhere, where there is mellow late summer
sunshine, a good breeze and with a Mobile Number my family don’t know…

On holiday in Somerset already. and I don’t really want to come back.

In bed, with a warm duvet, crying whilst I [...]

I’m still here… just about.

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

Don’t worry, its not all totally doom and gloom.
I’m just not really cool with being used as the unpaid Counsellor for both Mum and Auntie Mary, who suddenly decided to start calling me, and venting her frustrations at me about how she felt that my Mum was not asking her about Granddad’s stuff, but rather [...]