Monthly Archives: August 2010
Not seeing the Wood for the trees
The four of us made our way across the street like a slow cortège bearing this beast on its last journey to eternal ignominy in a garage.
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Critical Mess
Yesterday, Stella and Iwent out. As in, Left the Apartment. I know I have laboured the point before, but too much home-making does my head in. And too little does the Engineer’s head in. So over the last quarter-century of … Continue reading
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The Kindness of Strangers
We are nearly unpacked: all our pictures are hung, all my books are on the shelves, my treadmill is up. (Not on, mind you, but up at least…) Before you start thinking I have morphed into someone who actually likes … Continue reading
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Day 2 in Brussels: more coronary chicken
My iPhone goes off this morning at what feels like 2 a.m. but is really 9 in the morning. My mouth is swollen and coated with what feels like cold peanut butter but is really stress pounded to a paste … Continue reading
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