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2016 Grateful 13

As the week draws to a close, I’m officially confused. Even more so than usual. Back in 2009, I went on a road-trip to Eastern

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When you go to Sunday mass in a small village where everyone knows everyone, you’re bound to stick out if you’re not a local. When

P*&&*d off

I count. Obsessively. Steps. Station stops. Train carriages. Luggage coming off the carousel. Don’t know where it comes from, or why I do it. I

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Friday evening. The last day of the working week. The question of who was going to go down the pub for drink would inevitably raise

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Last week, I gathered some of my miscellaneous currency – you know the bits you have left over after a trip and are too lazy

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Back in 2001, when I had a feeling that my time in the USA might be coming to a close, I took a road trip

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A conversation I had last week … ‘Oh’, says she. ‘Fancy coming shopping? I’ve got to get something to wear for tomorrow night.’ ‘Where are

On being an aunt (4) – 2016 Grateful 23

Well, the boy has gone. Back home. To his parents. I survived. He survived. He even went shopping (hates it) and bought presents for everyone.

On being an aunt (3)

Emboldened by my self-perceived success with three 13-year-olds, and having enjoyed another whole day with just two of them, I was feeling brave. This time

On being an aunt (2)

When it comes to dealing with kids, I don’t have any experience to draw on, other than vague and somewhat distorted recollections of what it

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