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Category Archives: blast from the past
Comings and goings
Today is what I think they’d call a ‘bittersweet’ day. Two years ago, I started my new job in a new country. Do you remember the journey over here? Do you remember how quickly I had to learn new things? … Continue reading
In 5 years time…
Entirely by chance, I realised that today marks 5 years of the reincarnation of my blog. Before “Parlez-vous moo?” came along I was simply “nuttycow” – a blog which has since, sadly, been occupied by spammers and only available via … Continue reading
Continuation…
It’s a Sunday evening. I’ve spent the weekend being a happy Billy No Mates, making chutney, roasting chicken and generally chilling the fuck out. Not a bad weekend at all. Sir Charmsalot popped round earlier – I think I said … Continue reading
It’s a nice day to start again
“What am I doing here? What am I doing here? What am I doing here?” Despite the words of encouragement and love I’d received from various friends and family all morning, the angry birds in my stomach seemed to have … Continue reading
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A close call II
You may remember, way back when, I wrote a post exploring my feelings about an announcement made via Facebook pertaining to N’s marital status? Well, on arriving home this evening, what do I find in the postbox but an invite. … Continue reading
Cheating hearts
I’m sure we’ve all been told, since we were wee bairns on our mother’s hip, that cheating is wrong. It’s not something one does. It’s against the rules. Cheating has a number of guises. Everything from cheating on exams to … Continue reading
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Not that kind of girl
A strange occurrence on Saturday. While attempting to stave off the ravages of jet lag (and, eventually failing, going to bed at 8:30pm and missing the Squire‘s birthday shindig) I sat on the sofa, half watching old episodes of CSI* and half keeping an … Continue reading
Wedding bells
So, finally, the text message came through. Happy new year Miss Moo [a nickname which he still calls me, nearly 2 years after we broke up] Hope all is well with you. Interesting news….am engaged and will be married in … Continue reading
Under pressure
After months (nay, years) of dilly-dallying around, the Crush emailed me the other day saying I’ve just booked flights. I fly in on Saturday evening at about 6ish and leave on Monday morning around 11ish. Is this ok? Well! What is one … Continue reading
The Gallery: a memory
This photo was taken sometime between 1990 and 1994. I was between 8 and 12 years old and this was *my* bed at boarding school. I think we were in St Nicholas’s dorm room – it held about 10 girls. … Continue reading