If you are going to do something – do it as well as you can. Happy Friday!
Category: Personal
It has been an absolute pleasure to enjoy a true weekend “off”. By the time I did get back to Cornwall on Friday evening, last week’s weather and travel had taken their toll and, in spite of my best intentions, there was no way I could face my home office over the last 2 days.
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That’s speechless admiration for every house-wife and house-husband. The last three days I have been based at home in Falmouth whilst Annie has been working – and so the place has been mine. I first of all acknowledge that there haven’t been any children in sight (apart from the students who live above us) –
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Luck has been defined as the “meeting place of opportunity and preparation”. Last night 20 million people (myself included I don’t mind saying) saw the X-Factor final. It interests me to reflect on the moment that Joe’s life changed forever – because he was prepared – and because the opportunity came along. For Joe it
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I was sitting in the living room of my grandparents terraced house in Gorton, Manchester (a Coronation Street look-a-like) and, at the age of 15 years, was temporarily living with them as my mother was in a psychiatric hospital and my father working. I remember staying up all night, falling asleep and waking to hear
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TRH’s the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall were in town yesterday to rededicate the memorial to the 600+ service personnel who left from here to embark on one of the most audacious raids of WWII – St Nazarre. 5 Victoria Crosses were awarded and Camilla’s own father was taken POW after the raid. Worth catching
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After a superb workshop in Gateshead (lovely crowd, all willing to learn) I accepted a lift from a client to the NHS walk-in centre across the river Tyne in Newcastle City Centre. Even this stupid man had to accept that I needed some professional help in dealing with my deteriorating health as I travel. The
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It’s been a hectic few days. Sunday I drove from Cornwall to Manchester and spent Monday morning discussing funeral arrangements and calling at my Mum’s home to feed the cat and take a first look at the “stuff” my Mum has left behind. Quite an experience – she lived alone as a widow for the
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I’m spending the weekend at my apartment in Manchester. It is normally occupied by my 20-year old son, Jon, but he kindly clears out for a couple of days now and then – and gives me a place for solitude and reflection when I’m in my home town visiting family. We also have the place
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