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Yearly Archives: 2019

2 Oct

I have just found my phone in the fridge

Have you ever had the experience of walking into a room really fast and then standing there wondering what on earth you came to get? I have on numerous occasions; and it is not until I retrace my steps and then return to the room more slowly that I am able to recall why I had gone there in the first place. Well the other day I managed to take the whole distraction piece to another level, I had misplaced my phone, which is unusual for me, and after searching the normal places, I gave up and decided have a…..

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2 Oct

That Sense of Adventure

I nearly fell off Zodiac, my horse, laughing as my youngster Hookey Hoo insisted on exploring my neighbour’s courtyard and then her barn. Ella, who works with me, is a very accomplished horsewoman and yet she was being “taken” on an adventure not of her making!! This particular incident tickled me as it’s very unusual for a horse, who typically finds safety by being part of a herd, to choose to leave his friend and go off exploring. I’m curious about what it is that inspires this sense of adventure in a pony so young, and delighted that he’s so…..

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3 Jul

17 to 77

“Hello Aunty Lisa, would you like to play on the bouncy castle?” Before I could answer, I was squirted by another cousin with a water pistol! This is going to be a great family party – I thought to myself, as I smiled bravely through my drenched hair! And indeed, it was. As I reflected on our time together in the car on the way home, one of the things that struck me was the diversity of age ranges that were there – from 14-month-old Harriet to 94-year-old Granny.  And how everyone, regardless to which generation they came from, had…..

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3 Jul

“Not Knowing”

I have a very clear memory of playing a particular family game. I am probably about 6 or 7 years old, it is a picture book sunny afternoon, the there are small cotton clouds floating across a bright blue sky. My whole family squeeze into our rather battered orange beetle. “Where are we going?” asks my sister. “I don’t know” replies my father. “We are going to play a game” says my mother.  “What sort of a game?” asks my foster brother. “A fun one” my mother said! It turns out the rules of the game are really simple. Each…..

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