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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: Too Much Coffee
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Wednesday, 10 June 2009. Too much coffee definitely gives you the jitters. We used to be happy, jitter free owners of a lovely Gaggia. Titanium - a bean to cup machine that made reliably good coffee - whenever you pressed a little button! But woe.it died (ruptured boiler - ouch! And the thought of sending it off to Gaggia. To be fixed (on Italian time) for a second stint was too much.it was time for a change to something that didn't need a four month holiday in order to get sorted. Machine (for this read...
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: December 2008
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Monday, 15 December 2008. To be a restaurant critic - it would really suit me. Firstly because I really. Adore eating wonderful food, but also because I do like to shout from the rooftops when I find somewhere which pleases my tummy.it might please somebody else too! Eating in fantastic restaurants, often, and being paid for it.that would be my idea of heaven. I would find it difficult to write nasty reviews.I rarely complain in a restaurant, unless something is utterly. Pay the bill - they are employed ...
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: Cashmere Tennis Balls.
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Tuesday, 4 December 2007. My Husband thinks I want cashmere tennis balls for Christmas! The reason he believes this, is not because I have been princessy and requested such a bizarre item, but is actually a result of him NOT listening. How is it that such clever men manage to fail so miserably at listening? A great friend of mine was recently given a most off target present - she asked for Chanel nail polish, and was given a radio - just how did that happen? Anyway, the Husband concluded firmly, make up ...
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: Breaking into the Asylum.
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Thursday, 1 November 2007. Breaking into the Asylum. Autumn half term used to be a week, long enough to fill with fun things, short enough to ensure the sprogs don’t get fed up and make mincemeat out of each other. Two weeks of not getting up early is all well and good, but realistically the 'rest' is very similar to carbon offsetting (it’s a bit of a red herring). Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog. My Abridged Build Blog. Here's one I overheard earlier -. Girl: I'll have a caramel slice please.
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: February 2009
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Tuesday, 24 February 2009. A Lamb in Sheep's Clothing. I watched a strange happening at the weekend. no, not an alien invasion. the farm next door to our house is in the midst of lambing, and the girls and I popped round to do a little lamb worship - they are so cute! The Farmer says sheep are good at two things - dying and eating! Anyhow, I'm rambling (pardon the pun) last weekend we toddled round to get some ovine. Spring in our step, only to be greeted. If I had not witnessed this myself I might have ...
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: September 2009
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Friday, 4 September 2009. A friend asked me this morning if we had enjoyed a good summer - we have, plenty of time to read books, some super days out, a couple of days in Paris. But best of all has been a serendipitous journey of an entirely different kind, a far more important one than a couple of weeks in the sun! This has been a summer of encounters with extraordinary people, who in turn introduce you to yet more extraordinary people, people who quite without meaning to, take you on a journey. Invadin...
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: Unfinished Symphony
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Tuesday, 9 June 2009. This week I was supposed to be working my way through a never ending list of snagging on the house.the list is on the fridge door.it's very long. And am I painting / oiling / sanding / filling etc, etc, etc? 160;I'm absolutely fed up with it - the temptation to scream if I spot another pot of paint is immense! We did it, but we did it all on adrenaline.then we stopped.and the energy levels haven't picked back up again! On the up side - every trace of peach has been obliterated, mayb...
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: More Tea Vicar?
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Monday, 22 June 2009. Sometimes I struggle to think of something to write for my blog.occasionally I have a jolly good rant and get things off my chest, rarely I think of something funny to say.today is neither. I'm feeling like a helium balloon that's been around for a bit.and has deflated.I'll explain -. I told myself that I must not. Do my usual vocab and use phrases such as "Oh my God" or worse! Me join in - and that's saying a great deal! Coming from London, where culture and backgrounds are diverse...
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: Chainsaw Massacre.
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Sunday, 4 November 2007. I accept that living in the country, I shouldn’t bat an eyelid at the squirrels, spiders and come to that the bats. In fact in the last 9 months, since we have move to ‘the sticks’ I have felt that I have shown great courage, not squeeling at the various beasties that have invaded my home. I even managed to re-arrange my face to ‘relaxed’ setting when the Husband assasinated a king sized squirrel who was attempting to replace said Husband as Alpha male chez nous. The Husband wond...
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Diary of Domestic Hiss!: I Have Aged Overnight...
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Saturday, 5 January 2008. I Have Aged Overnight. Number 1 child has the Dr Kawashima’s brain training thingy - she insisted that we all take our turn to find out our brain age. DAY ONE - a brain age of 61, pretty galling as I’m under 40 (just). I couldn’t believe that the little grey cells had got quite so flabby. DAY TWO - what a thrill, I can’t remember what I had for dinner two nights ago, but somehow I have worked out how to play this irritating lump of plastic - and - Ta-Dah! I am now 48! Mother: Wo...
