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France

September 9th, 2011 No comments

We’re in France. Our lovely friends Harry & Kate are letting us use their house in Pons for 2 weeks. We’ve brought my parents with us. Today is their 50th wedding anniversary. 50 years! That’s really something isn’t it? Meanwhile the Amsterdam girls are living in our house, looking after (spoiling) Trudi and the hens. Al’s been blogging about our trip here.

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What Bretts have done right.

July 12th, 2009 2 comments

Fantastic. Vogue August arrived today. There was a price sticker on front that was EASY to peel off. In small neat letters it said ‘Jane’. Perfect. I’m very happy. It’s the little things….

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What Sweeney’s have done wrong (Part3)…a solution

June 20th, 2009 No comments

Why didn’t I think of it before? I’ve ordered Vogue from Brett’s and asked Olivia not to write on it! I’m a genius!!!!!

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Tony Hart RIP

January 20th, 2009 1 comment

The wonderful Tony Hart has died. He was such an inspiration when I was a child and a big part of the reason I studied Art & Design.

He was however also the source of one of my biggest childhood disappointments. My picture of ‘Sunset with Birds’ (executed in felt tips) was never chosen for the Vision On Gallery. I was so confident that it would be shown that I suspected foul play when it wasn’t. First I blamed the Post Office, then the BBC.

It seems that I’ve reached the age when this type of thing will be happening more and more frequently. Oliver Postgate, another big part of my childhood died in December.

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A bit of escapism

December 11th, 2008 No comments

Sometimes I really miss the glamorous city life I used to live. My Profoundly Superficial friend always has some some stories and great photos to spark nice daydreams.

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A great Lifelist

June 10th, 2008 No comments

Lifelisters have been creating some wonderful lists recently. I particularly like ‘Favourite Juice’. Juice has created a lovely list of favourite childhood things. Just reading it evokes idyllic childhood summers.

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