Down in St Ives (pre-opening)
My daddy, the chambermaid
The past 3 weeks have been ridiculous. Since Danny arrived in St Ives we haven’t stopped BUT we have not been without help and even [...]
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Trawling for wood
It’s 11am on April Fools Day, I’ve just carried a jet stream water thingy up a massive hill, there’s a fire alarm guy in our [...]
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When in doubt, freak out
Of all the things I have been blessed with in life, a stiff-upper-lip is not one of them. For years, as a tantrum throwing child who morphed into a tantrum throwing teenager, and then a tantrum throwing adult, my instinct has been to freak out. Keeping calm and…
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Fighting fire with fire
I’ve often heard people ranting about health and safety, happily joining in the eyeball rolling when anyone mentions the ridiculousness of most of what is [...]
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I’m in the choir
This evening I found myself in a community hall, at the back of the St Ives Backpackers hostel, listening in rapt admiration to a group of people sing Bohemian Rhapsody, Windmills of My Mind and Angels. I walked in smiling and I left smiling 3/4 of an hour later. Smiling at the choir, smiling at myself…
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Dealing with reality (or not)
Recently my (mental) health has been infinitely enhanced by the fact that Danny has ‘allowed’ me to bring in a painter and decorator. Knowing that the house is slowly improving without any need for me to actually climb up a ladder with a paint brush and cloth is a huge relief…
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