Deb’s Digest

Bang goes yet another money-making scheme. I made loads and loads of cakes last autumn to sell in Manchester at a food and wine event. They were very popular and I only brought a few home, unsold. So I decided to offer homemade cakes on eBay. Almost immediately I had my first order – a [...]

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I often get hits on this site from people in America – by tracking back on my hit counter I could see that some of these people had confused me with another Deborah Atkinson. Intrigued, I started to track down this other person with my name – so easy via the internet. Within seconds I’d [...]

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We’ve just got in from a trip to Knutsford (going to re-read Cranford now) and Great Budworth. I can recommend the George and Dragon pub – log fires and tasty sandwiches.

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I was equipped with a bottle of water and a pack of strepsils when we went to Blackpool to see Ricky Gervais the other night – terrified in case I had a coughing fit with laughing so much during the performance. I needn’t have worried – not only was he not side-splittingly funny this time, [...]

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Oh the trials and tribulations of house buying. The artist son and his wife are at this very moment loading their worldly possessions into a white van. The money hasn’t yet come in from their buyer and their purchase hasn’t gone through. The removal company was booked up at such short notice so our innovative [...]

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I was delighted to receive this from a Deb’s Digest visitor.

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Has anyone got a cure for an everlasting cold and cough? I’m now on my second course of antibiotics but can’t stop this hacking cough and bunged up nose. I’ve just had a morning’s drama with my mother. She rang at 6.30am to say she’d decided not to go to Scotland as planned, because of [...]

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We’re back from a whirlwind trip to London to visit our younger son. While we were there he introduced us to West Hampstead and Hampstead and we were suitably impressed. After a delicious lunch of pitta bread, hummous and latka (i think) he took us to a Hungarian tearoom, the like of which I have [...]

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