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Wellbeing

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The Torrid Time

Now then, did I ever tell you about the night I had a torrid time? Finley was at his drum lesson and to pass the time while I waited for him, I took myself to Tesco and rather randomly bought a slow cooker. Feeling rather pleased with myself I pushed my trolley into the dark car-park, bent over to tie my shoe-lace and rather promptly got knocked over by said trolley as a car reversed into[...]

Puttery Treats + Pretty Things
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DOMESTIC DEPRESSION

The house is booming with anxiety. Booming I tell you. Finley is about to jet off to Paris and he is having absolute horrors about the entire matter. There is much to worry about. His first trip on an aeroplane after a lifetime of panic attacks at the very idea. The fright of the noise at take-off. His Dad's imaginary lack of organisational skills (though Mark has the entire trip planned[...]

Puttery Treats + Pretty Things
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The Silent Man and Me

There is a sort of taboo about discussing our relationships on the internet: as if telling the truth about how we feel about those we share our intimate lives with would be the worst kind of dis-loyalty. And for those who write about home, it seems doubly destructive, as if discussing what really happens within our own four walls would break the spell we are so careful to cast. Bu[...]

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The Wellness Journal – Part Two

So let's face it, a Wellness Journal with me in charge was never going to be a straightfoward matter now was it? I do wish I was the kind of blogger who could inspire you with massive change and reliable output, but heckity-pie I'm just not. For heaven's sake, do as I say and not as I do won't you? Anyways. As you know I began with good intentions, I joined WeightWatchers, gathered all[...]

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The Wellness Journal – Resources

Last week I loudly and not so proudly declared the necessity to SORT MYSELF OUT. And thus began a new well-being regime, much compromised by the dailiness of life, but apparently working all the same for in the first seven days I managed to shift a rather astonishing NINE INCHES from my person. While I have no doubt that this is almost certainly "water" it strikes me as proof that[...]