Category Archives: Musings

Thank you.

I took an hour or two to catch up on my BlogLovin’ feed this weekend, and I was totally inspired by the thank you lists that I saw on so many of my favourite blogs.

Lots of them are American, and they’re obviously all very thankful at this precise moment because of Thanksgiving, but I guess their lists took me a bit by surprise.

I think I say thanks quite a lot. I always say thanks to Jo and Kaz in work if they make me a cup of tea, and I say thanks to Tom when he makes me a lovely dinner (especially the amazing linguine we had on Monday).

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More than bricks and mortar.

It’s been 6 days since my last blog post. Not that I feel like I should be confessing any sins, but I have had a strange week.

Admittedly most of it has been spent flat on my back (not in that way), but I’m now firmly on the road to recovery. Had my first day back in the office on Friday and also worked through Saturday. Looking forward to getting back into my old routine.

So to get my head in the right space, Tom and I embarked on a mini-break (by ‘mini’ I mean one night!) to Wales to see my ‘rents. It also meant that I got to visit my grandma in her new home.

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What I like reading about.

So here I am. Sat on my sofa with a glass of wine and a bowl of cashew nuts. I’m poised (well at least my fingers are), laptop on, erm, lap, trying to think of something staggeringly clever and witty for my very first, bona-fide, bare-my-soul blog post.

Trouble is, I’ve realized, I’ve never really been known for my cleverness or my wit. That’s probably why, in the time it’s taken me to get to these 76 agonizing words, I’ve already finished the glass of wine and the bowl of cashew nuts. Whoops.

*Pauses for refill*

So maybe I should just stick to what I’m good at. Actually, scrap ‘what I’m good at’ and replace with ‘what I’d like to read about myself’. I’ve just about wrapped my head around Google Analytics, so I suppose that’ll tell me whether I’m any good at writing about what I like reading about, or something.

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