This doesn’t bother me as much as say, knitting or reading. It’s mildly embarrassing but, I am happy to live with it. If drinking alcohol was boxing, then I would be light-flyweight, at best. Generally speaking, I can take one…
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It’s my life’s supreme irony for someone who loves words to be so rubbish at reading. Mechanically, I can read and comprehend words, phrases and sentences, no problem at all. As sentences build into paragraphs, I start to falter. When…
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I just don’t get how knitting works. I have tried, God, how I’ve tried! I get the part about the wool being fed through two primitive sticks with pointy ends which eventually turns into objects with surface area, shape, weight…
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First, I need to make a distinction between two seemingly similar words; teach and train. To ‘teach’ is to impart knowledge and information. To ‘train’ is to pass on a specific skill through instruction, practice and repetition. I am ok…
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I have a love / hate relationship with bread; I love it and it hates me. There is nothing that can be done about that. Or is there? I am waiting for the day when some smarty-pants dietician comes along…
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Relaxing is not for me, it’s for people who un-relax me. I am just rubbish at relaxing. Typically, I sleep for 4 to 5 hours per night, sometimes less. I am not a deep a sleeper either. What’s more, the…
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In my own mind, I sang beautifully, in just about every style for every genre. In reality however, this was as far from the truth as it is possible to be, without falling off the edge of the world. I…
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I don’t Like People! There, I said it. I can stop here but, where’s the fun in that? On the whole, when I come across anyone (with the exception of children), my default setting is not to like them and…
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Fifteen years and two weeks ago, I lost my father, he died peacefully in his sleep after a long illness. At the time, it was a blessed relief for him so, being an adult with my own family to be…
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What amazes and irritates me, in equal measures, is the conflation of courtesy and respect. Somehow, we have substituted courtesy in place of respect and in return, we managed to wrap our relationships with one another with cheap glossy packaging…
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