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Nojomo 5 (originally 4). The Rebel
In the eighties, my brother had a girlfriend called Margaret. I loved Margaret immensely and we became friends too. On a school exchange trip to Germany we buddied up, we shared music and humour ...
Nojomo 4... Take two...
I’ve already written one Nojomo 4 but it’s very dependant on a photo and photo bucket isn’t working!! So it will have to be saved as a draft for another day. Of course, that leaves me with a blan...
Nojomo 3 aka Yorkshire chapatis. Photo edit.
After using sausage based examples in my maths groups this week I really fancied toad in the hole. It really is the most comforting of all comfort food. Nicely browned sausages encased in large q...
Nojomo 2
We lost the fight for the educational health care plan. Now we have to work out plans b, c and d for Ts schooling.
Nojomo 1
Well, for the second year running this doesn’t appear to be official and last year I failed miserably! The year one topic, in our school, for this term is Superheroes and I have chosen my super...
End of a lovely week...
It’s been half term and it’s been lovely. We’ve done very little and we’ve done lots. The best kind of balance. We visited my sister in London, along with our other sister who was also visiting a...
Shoplifting
Lila and I popped into homebase (a diy store) to pick up masking tape and gold paint for a project she was doing. We spent quite a long time looking at Christmas decorations and having fun. Event...
Simple Mind's Survey
What country do you call home? Do you like it? Any plans to defect? If you could live anywhere in the world and didn’t have the usual constraints (e.g. family, work), where would you choose? Engl...
Running with determination.
Sunday runday - It’s long (funny, that typoed as lung) run day and I’m training to run a half marathon in March. Because I have so much time to train for it I’m having fun with the training, real...
Book Description
As summer melts into Autumn, spiders take control of the garden, brown and gold with delicate markings, stringing their silken homes across my garden, hoping to catch the last of the summer prey. So still they sit; eyes, all eight, watching. Unblinking.
Oh to have the patience of a spider.
