I got my day's digging yesterday. It wasn't entirely dry: in fact, by the end of the day, there had been two heavy downpours, although these were interspersed with patches of sun that were almost too hot ( Read more... )

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Our street is a cul-de-sac, overlooked by a steep wooded hill ( Read more... )

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This is my entry for today's Mass Observation project. I am slightly concerned that it comes across like a pastiche of the ultimate unknowing middle class parent, and that this is the impression that will echo down the centuries. :/ ( Read more... )

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I am a complete f***wit.

We'd set the alarm. We'd laid out Item's t-shirt, bib and shorts. We'd figured out what time we needed to leave the house to get her to the start point on time. And we left the house ahead of ourselves, rationalising that it'd be good to get there early and see the set-up ( Read more... )

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So, on Sunday night I got a text from upstairs to ask if they could use our wi-fi, as theirs had gone down, and Kate was trying to send an urgent job application in. I texted back to say 'sure'; they texted to check that our network was the one named Nick Cave, which... ah, well, yes, it is. Only because when the computer asked for a name it was ( Read more... )

After Christmas, we had a few days where we didn't do very much, other than read books, draw pictures, mooch round the shops, take a walk along the seafront - attempting to break in our new boots, while actually almost breaking ourselves in the process - and pop into Hove museum for a second look at the Jacqueline Wilson exhibition. But then we had ( Read more... )