Deb’s Digest

Our daughter had a night on the town yesterday and before she went out swore blind that she had her door key. In the early hours of this morning the phone woke me from a deep sleep. This was followed by knocking on the front door. She hadn’t got her key at all. Not funny. [...]

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If I’m just getting older and less tolerant then so be it but I saw for myself yesterday how far standards have slipped in educational establishments. I started the maths course with six other mature (I use the word loosely) students. One female student was going to be trouble from the off. When asked why [...]

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  I’m absolutely delighted with my latest find. Normally I make hanging baskets myself but because I have to buy the plants, compost, moss etc they cost me a fortune. The local garden centres charge up to £100 for theirs. A friend’s friend pointed us in the direction of some greenhouses out in the country [...]

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What an almighty washout that was. Like Terry Wogan I think I’ll give the Eurovision Song Contest a miss next year. My suggestion is for the UK to hold an alternative Song Contest, I don’t suppose it would be PC to stage one for just the old European countries so why not have a contest [...]

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I’m a huge fan of the Eurovision Song Contest – the fanatical interest dates back to when I was about five and was allowed to stay up late to watch it. (I’m not as fanatical as a former colleague who used to throw Eurovision parties and offer food from each country as the contestant performed). [...]

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16 days is definitely too long to be away from home – especially when you’re a control freak. During our cruise our eldest son and his wife discovered that they’re having a baby boy (Oscar); our daughter celebrated her birthday and the London son started a new job. Anyway, we’re back now – to grass a [...]

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Our lounge has become a ski dome, a driving range and a boxing ring, a bowling alley, a park with a waterfall and a baseball field (field?). The London son has a spare week between leaving innocent and starting a new life at L’Oreal (because he’s worth it – I’ll get that one over with [...]

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