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Book Spine Poetry #3

“Being fifty-something means I’ll keep practising until I get something right. Here’s my third attempt at book spine poetry: “Broken bodies where they lay. Empty cradles forever to remain until we meet again.”

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I’m dreaming of a simple Christmas

Being fifty-something, I’m old enough to decide what Christmas looks like in our house. And so it came to pass that when I gingerly peaked inside the Christmas storage boxes a couple of weeks back, I saw nothing inspiring. There were all the usual suspects collected over the years … shiny baubles, hanks of tinsel,… Continue reading I’m dreaming of a simple Christmas

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Moi-made hummus … a three-way affair

  Being fifty-something, I love an excuse to wrestle an ageing kitchen appliance from the depths of the darkest corner cupboard in my kitchen. No. Really. I do. I wrote about my enlightenment on this topic over on this post: If it Ain’t Broke. Ever since, I’ve been treating my Breville Kitchen Wizz with fondness… Continue reading Moi-made hummus … a three-way affair