Thursday, 19 September 2013

A small choice. And the universe is kind. And The Ducking Stool wins at Yarmouth.

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As the afternoon lengthened and ran away from me, I had a choice. I could stop and write a good blog, or I could do something nice for a you...
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Wednesday, 18 September 2013

No blog.

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I had a rant all ready to go for you. But then I realised I am far too fragile for a rant. The fragility comes from tiredness, which comes f...
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Tuesday, 17 September 2013

In which I continue to wrangle with the computer; or, Windows 8 is an evil genius when it comes to the art of time suckage.

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Another entire day is lost as I tangle and wrangle with the computer and the satanic quicksand that is WINDOWS 8. (You need to say it in ...
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Monday, 16 September 2013

Rage against the machine. Or a new computer brings me fury and joy.

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The computer stutters and quivers and goes strange colours (sometimes it is like a fog has descended.) A vast amount of the time it will not...
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Friday, 13 September 2013

Feels like flying.

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JUMPING. Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping. Actually, I tell a lie. We were not jumping. We were FLYING. You’ve seen these pictures bef...
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Thursday, 12 September 2013

In which everything almost CRASHES. And, of course, Red the Mare saves the day.

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The day, which started off on a blast with good HorseBack work and 1378 words of book, went into a spiral at about 3.30pm as my computer beg...
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Wednesday, 11 September 2013

Bonus Post: Best Beloveds

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I suddenly realised that I had not put up the traditional Best Beloved pictures. I thought: but today is September 11th. If that day is abou...
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A good rule for life. Or, in which I swore I would not go off on tangents; in which I failed.

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Not so very long ago, I had to disappoint someone. It was awful. I hated it. It was also entirely my fault. I had, in a moment of exci...
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Tuesday, 10 September 2013

A fairly rambling Thought for the Day.

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At HorseBack, a man says to me: ‘Tania, come in here. There’s someone I want you to meet. He’s doing things with women.’ We go in. I am intr...
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