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Identity

This is my id card on the left, and this is a recent photo of me on the right. Quite a difference wouldn’t you say? The dreadful photo on the left is the one on my id card. It was taken three years ago, when I finally managed to get out of the house after having a broken shoulder and broken ankle at the same time. I couldn’t use crutches…

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We Wish You a Messy Christmas

A friend just emailed photos of the decorations in her house. My goodness, her living room is tidy! Mine always looks like a tornado just passed through. Several years ago, one of my friend’s got burgled and of course the police came round. One officer said sympathetically, “My goodness, they made a mess, didn’t they?” She had to admit that she hadn’t even noticed anything odd until she tried to…

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The singing cereal box

It’s been a busy weekend. I put the Christmas tree up in the living room, and the little Nativity scene in the hall. Julio had a ton of homework that had to be supervised. On Saturday afternoon Julio went to the observatory kids’ Christmas party and had a great time. We got home at 8:15 and I went straight back out again to meet my friend Norma in town. Then…

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Making some Noise

Last night I went to the inaugaral party for the island’s new cultural magazine, Ruido. My husband had hoped to go, but we couldn’t get a babysitter so he stayed home. I had a good time. There was the inevitable speech to begin with, about the magazine, its aims and the contents of the first issue. I wasn’t mentioned, so I assumed I’d been bumped into issue two. Fair enough…

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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!

My goodness, December already. As my brother put it in an email, Christmas is “rushing up like the ground at the end of a parachute jump!” except that in my case I forgot to pull the ripcord. I lost most of the last week to flu, and the rest of it to helping a friend with a particularly traumatic house move (which still isn’t over.) But the overseas cards and…

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Flu

Why do people say they’ve got the flu? It feels like the flu’s got me – in hard, sharp talons. Mind you, at least my son is ten now. I got flu when he was about two, and he used to come and hit me on the head with a toy car so I’d get up and play with him. Now he gives me hugs and sympathetic little pats. Once…

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