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  • …. because I got hideously stuck trying to decipher how to SQL code a table. More of which later. After another two hours going back and forth between the instructions and online videos and still not getting it, I jumped in my car again to meet my friend in a local NT woodland which is…

  • So, I have got as far as Wednesday and not posted, which is remiss of me. Or rather, an illustration of how busy my life is and how important I am, not. This is my third attempt (probably fourth or fifth in my head) at my rant about Friday. Days like that need to be…

  • I have been reminded of the SEND illustration which illustrates equality of access. Myself husband, my youngest and I were all trying to peer over a wall. My husband could see straight ahead and down the other side easily, my daughter could see straight and could see nothing. You may have across the illustration I…

  • When glaring at young man who did not give up his seat for you but did for the pretty young woman who got on a stop later. After a mental diatribe about the fickle priorities of the opposite sex, I looked down and saw that said pretty young woman was pregnant (usefully indicated by “baby…

  • This morning I am contrasting an idyllic hour berrying with a friend on a local common, catching up, hearing news, grumbling with a giggle to this morning’s stress filled aggravation where nothing – and I mean NOTHING – seemed to go right. Now I am sitting on a train I can pause for a fume.…

  • Yesterday we had a lovely afternoon. We cleaned the BBQ (a feat in itself), washed the garden table (constantly covered in the dust and needles from the two enormous fir trees that dominate our back garden) and found the outside crockery (IKEA basics). Mother-in-law and brother-in-law joined us for burgers and sausages with new potatoes…

  • Alongside the death of Ozzy Osborn (who by quirking fate – for which read random claim to fame – lived up the road in a house once occupied by my godfather in his army days, and is now buried down the road from my parents (or rather tarmac pathway in Highgate Cemetery) we saw the…

  • My youngest has just had a conversation with a recruitment consultant which segwayed into a discussion about his son’s recent diagnosis of autism, at the age of five. He is bewildered and frightened, concerned for his wife and other sons. He is feeling isolated. Goodness me, it brings back memories and the tears well up…

  • In the knicker department is my new mission. I have decided that I should make like French women (with a heavy dose of middle aged, comfort is my priority thrown in) and pay more attention to my attire right down to my smalls. No more mix and match, black with white, white with neutral, neutral…

  • So after several days of revising until the small hours , catching calls from the DWP and watching England with one eye while stitching my embroidery with the other, I can report the following: Business models are all pervasive. I just mentioned a thing called the Balance Score Card to my Best Beloved and he…