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Le rugby
As regular readers know (and if you’re not regular, I’d recommend prunes*) playing rugby has been a part of my life for the last 5 years. I had a fantastic team, who were fantastic friends and my whole life revolved … Continue reading
Posted in cow abroad, how i'm feeling, rugby, stuff i've done, switzerland
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The gallery: a photo I am proud of
I’m cheating this week (a little). Not on purpose though, honestly. I sat there, going through photos that I’ve taken and I couldn’t choose just *one* photo I was proud of (and by proud I’ve taken the meaning to be … Continue reading
Bullet pointed wonder
Radio silence. Yes, sorry about that. Quick bang whizz update until I get my blogging mojo back. In the past two weeks I’ve… travelled over 15,000 km for work (most of those miles were here) spent two sunkissed weekends on … Continue reading
A tour round Swiss Cow Towers – part ii
So come in, let me show you my boudoir. Ok, so there’s not a lot there but the bed’s damn comfy. Points of note. Quilt – made by my mother (obviously, it’s folded down, my mother doesn’t think I’m a … Continue reading
A tour round Swiss Cow Towers – part i
Well, it’s only taken me 4 months but now, at last, I’m (nearly) ready to take you round my new abode. Only one room (the spare room) is without pictures, but I’m sure you won’t care. Shall we start with … Continue reading
Posted in cow abroad, everyday bits 'n' bobs, home sweet home, housekeeping, random
Tagged Cow Towers
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The case of the missing crush
The crush and I used to speak every day – either through text, email, phone calls or, the expat’s friend – Skype (username: nuttycow by the way). It was stable, sure and reliable. I knew I’d wake up in the morning … Continue reading
Posted in bad boys, cow abroad, love 'n' things, lovely men, ponderings
Tagged incommunicado, radio silence, The Crush
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Sunday in 6 pictures (and a couple of words)
Four friends 40 kilometres A million and one hills of death Beautiful countryside Stinking hot sunshine Lashings of suncream Bugs committing suicide (mostly on me) Buckets of sweat Well deserved beer at the finish line
Sure! Let’s meet up! What’s your number?
These words were uttered with abandon. It was the first week of October, 2000. I was in a town I didn’t know, starting a whole new life (sound familiar?) and had the look of a springer spaniel about me (no, … Continue reading