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How To Have A Really Bad Cold

8th March 2011

I’ve never been a good stuffed up person.  I’ve never liked taking naps, ask my parents.  The last time I slept during the during the day, I’d had all my wisdom teeth out the day before. Last week, my body was gearing up for my annual cold, and this week it has lashed out. While I had a towel over my head just above hot water this afternoon, I put together a list of things to do when you don’t…

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The State Of My Head

22nd February 2011

Some of you may remember my quest to get back to my natural hair colour before I turn 30…next month. I went shopping yesterday, something I don’t do very often.  My roots/fake colour in a full-length mirror was a scary sight to behold.  My nick-name lately has been Two-Tone Tessie.  On the way home, I bought some magic in a box. I used it this morning to ‘blend my roots’.  They blended quite nicely as I watched Judge Judy for…

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Hello, My Name Is Lorna. I Have Piles.

1st February 2011

I have a confession to make.  I have piles.  Giant piles.  Really annoying piles.  There’s one in the kitchen, one in the bedroom, and several in the office. I spent a good part of last week organising the flat, and this task has spilled into this week.  Because I rewarded myself with an eyebrow wax (well, both eyebrows, I don’t like to be uneven) and a trip to Starbucks on Friday. With the help of my new people, several black…

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My Island Diaries

5th January 2011

Tuesday 28th December 2010 We say we’ll be on the road by 10.00.  It is noon before we set off.  I am wedged in the backseat between some bags, two tires and Sarge.  By 3.00, I have lost feeling in my ass.  I find it again when twisting to take photos through the windows. My father has never been good at time-keeping.  The fact that he has his own time zone is part of his charm.  We always get where…

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Nothing Says 'I Love You' Like WD-40

22nd December 2010

We went back to Glasgow last weekend to help Dad and Anne decorate their tree and see some friends. The younger-than-us people sitting across from us on the train thought we were Mormon, because of Sarge’s beard.  We figured they meant Amish, but further figured they were too drunk to compare and contrast.  We arrived in Glasgow laughing and cold, with some doughnuts to test on my people.  The second batch looked more like doughnuts.  So much more that Sarge…

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