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The other day we realised we’d been living at Farnham for four years rather than the three we thought since leaving Haslemere. Then, this morning, we found out that the puppies are actually nine years old. We have been telling people they are eight. I’m not exactly sure where that year went but it seems to have slipped from our lives like so much mist.
It was rather a good idea when I started keeping a daily journal during the pre-blog years. I can check back and relive things that I have completely forgotten. It maybe analogue and it may take a bit of searching but it’s better than forgetting forever.
Reading back to the week when the the World Cup started and all the pubs in Woking were alive with football:
31 May 2002 – Went to Yates’ pub for the first game (France 0 -v- 1 Senegal) …Anna Glazebrook leaves today which is the end of the Launch Centre. Got home to a very big surprise. Mirinda has gone and bought two pedigree poodles…They are diabolically cute.
Of course, she then went off to Australia, leaving them with me. They have been a wonderful source of joy to us both and, while I may have been a little ‘put out’ when they first arrived, I wouldn’t be without them now.
When they go off to the kennel or spend the day at the hairdresser, I miss them terribly. Also, they put up with my ramblings with only a wag of the tail to show how much they sympathise with my point of view. Not that I’m anthropomorphizing or anything…
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As for my second presenter role at the Talking Newspaper…the edition arrived this morning and I’ve had a listen. While there’s definitely room for improvement, I’ve decided to bow down to my mother’s insistence and let you hear Track 11.
I loved it but not long enough. The first time I found cricket interesting. The time team start the new series Monday night we have been waiting a very long time. Fancy losing a year but good news about the journal you can get it back.
Love mum