Month: February 2024

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Friday 23 February 2024: Things picking up again

It started to rain during the night on Wednesday. I remember waking up and registering it and then going straight back to sleep. Instead of lying there listening to it!…

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Thursday 22 February 2024: Rain!

Following Tuesdays shenanigans and rabbit holes, I made sure I didn’t look at anything yesterday anywhere until I had some work in the bag. I set a Pomodoro, determined to…

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Wednesday 21 February 2024: Chasing rabbits

By the time I finished faffing on Monday it was midnight, so it was well after midnight when I closed the office down. I spent the next couple of hours…

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Tuesday 20 February 2024: Burning the midnight oil

Yesterday started sunny and bright but looked as though it might rain. By mid-morning, the clouds had scurried away but it was still a bit blowy. It was nice to…

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Monday 19 February 2024: Technical woes revisited

I did have plans on Friday to finish editing those extra pages for the big editing job. But the phone started to ring first thing regarding the sale of my…

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Friday 16 February 2024: Beautiful flowers

I stopped work in good time to get ready to go out. We’d timed it down to the minute but the plan depended on how fast we’d be served at…

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Thursday 15 February 2024: I love listening to rain

One of the things I like about rain is to listen to it bouncing on the roof during the night. I love being in a tent or a caravan when…

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Wednesday 14 February 2024: Happy Valentine’s Day!

I like Valentine’s Day. I’ve always liked Valentine’s Day. And not because I’m a soppy old mush. (Just ask the poet!) But because it’s such a lovely, cheerful time of…

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Tuesday 13 February 2024: Re-reading old favourites

First of all yesterday I faffed. I was playing a game on my shiny new tablet. I had promised myself I wouldn’t play a game over breakfast. Instead, I’d read…

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Monday 12 February 2024: Budgeting to faff

I often notice myself disappearing down various rabbit holes. And these rabbit holes can be all shapes and sizes. Usually, they’re research holes. Often, they’re faffing holes, where I start…

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Thursday 8 February 2024: Snow!

The snow was forecast for noon today. It was supposed to be wet snow, and it wasn’t likely to stick. At 7:30am, the rain started, right on schedule. By 8:30am,…

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Wednesday 7 February 2024: Drowning in red tape and bureaucracy

I promise you, I haven’t been playing with my shiny new toy since Monday. No really… although I wish I had been. Instead, I’ve literally been drowning in red tape…

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Monday 5 February 2024: Ooh, shiny…

There don’t seem to be enough hours in the day at the moment. In the blink of an eye the day is gone and I’ve not done half of what…

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Thursday 1 February 2024: The month ahead

So the hedge man said he’d be here at 9:30am… The dog wasn’t great during the evening. He was still bright, still interested, still wanting to eat. But every so…