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The Provenance of the Plate

Warning: This post may not be suitable for vegetarians or those unwilling to accept where your food comes from. Back in the summer, you may remember that Emma and I hatched out three eggs into little fluffy chicks, hoping that…

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The longest week

I have had, possibly the longest, most-tiring week of my working life. After months of planning the project that I was leading on finally came to fluition: Virtual Open Week. Following on from the modest success of our Virtually There…

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Mr Tumnal, Aspergers, and Me

Aspergers syndrome is a condition on the autistic spectrum. People with Aspergers (or aspies) can find it harder to read the signals that most of us take for granted. This means they find it more difficult to communicate and interact…

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Suffolk Stories

We had a bit of a quieter day today, heading off to Snape Maltings mid-morning to see an exhibition by the intriguingly-named Jelly Green; a local artist who usually paints livestock but in this exhibiton was showcasing more landscapes. We…

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The Sixteen Day Weekend

On the eve of going back to work tomorrow its time for a little bit of a round-up of the last two weeks which have seen me largely oblivious to what day it was. There was our professional photoshoot near…

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Safety in numbers

On Friday I headed into London to take part in the Live In London fringe event to the IndieRecon 2015 conference. IndieReCon, now in its third year is a free, online, conference for Indie Authors. I remember chancing on it…

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My second solar eclipse

When I woke up this morning I really thought that my luck was going to be out when it came to enjoying a second partial solar eclipse with a sky of leaden grey clouds. Emma had made me a box…

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Portrait of an artist

The release of knowledge… a new art work in the building at work. I can’t help thinking with the drops of water spilling out of 300 suspended glasses of that scene in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy where Arthur Dent…

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There once was a chicken called Wiggy

Wiggy You were not our first hen, but you were our oldest lady. One of the girls. Your eggs they were not the biggest Indeed, they were the smallest of the small. Perfect blue, with the creamiest yolkiest yellowist tastiest…

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The other side of the story

Ever since I finished writing Mr Tumnal I’ve found myself missing my small cast of characters. I’m in the middle of a short story involving the character of my Sarah set in the cold, dark, winter. Today, on the final…

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100 Happy Days, journal

1 Happy Year

A year ago, on the 8 January 2014, a friend at work, Eleanor pointed me in the direction of the #100HappyDays challenge. It seemed intriguing and I set myself on to it. 100 days later I completed the challenge but…

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The first day of a new year

I’ve never been one for making the big New Year’s Resolutions that are forgotten by the end of the first month (if not the first week) of the new year. But I do like to take stock and try to…

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