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    why don’t you call me I feel flying in two…

    Well that took longer than expected! Christmas, New Year and my birthday are all over and done with, although thankfully there’s still some chocolate stashed for Easter. The cold weather and dark days are fading and Spring is well underway – I stepped out of Sadler’s Wells at the end of my annual New Year’s Eve Matthew Bourne matinée* at…

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    that’s all folks (until the 29th, anyway)…

      The bags are packed, the fridge is cleared and my train departs in twenty hours or so – outside, the city is peaceful and the queues in the M&S food hall a week ago are well and truly gone. I have spent the last couple of days wrapping up for the week (and pretty much the year) trying to…

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    the final straight…

      The Christmas page is up! It was actually up for an entire day before I realised that nobody could actually get to it from anywhere, hence the handy little link-in-a-box which took me most of an afternoon. The non-work Christmas organising continues apace; my beautiful tree is on her way after some time out last year, the travel is…