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July 4, 2015. Spurred on by a friend emailing me a pdf entitled ‘. 8216; a few weeks ago, I have set myself a challenge called ‘ The 4 Blogs of July Claire finally returns to writing*. 8216;, with a subheading ‘ Jeeze it took her long enough! 8216; and a footnote saying ‘. She should never set herself any challenge, has she learnt nothing? I couldn’t answer the question. I couldn’t understand it myself. Why had something that had given me such joy slipped through my fingers? How could I let that happen?

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November | 2014 | followyournose

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Archive for November, 2014. Can you see me? 8220;Where are we? Both valid and some would say necessary questions from Andrea and Mick. Who are Andrea and Mick? Read on you’re about to find out as they Dine in the Dark. *. Say hello to this tenacious couple. You will envy their sense of adventure, embrace their good spirit and humour, admire their delicious looking food and finally laugh at their attempts to see beyond their blindfolds. Do you eat faster in the dark? The answer is yes, it seems you do!

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Not tonight love… | followyournose

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Not tonight love…. July 19, 2015. Yesterday evening was like any other Saturday evening. A pot bubbled wafts of tasty scents through the house as we sat around relaxing and chatting. Tummies rumbling with shouts of “mum when’s dinner”? There was even some sunshine! Life was good…. What if she is refused access to a muddy field in Mitchelstown next weekend? What if she’s denied the chance to stand knee deep in mud, beer and excrement as she queues for the portaloos? What a dilemma…. Nice try though….

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It’s not my fault! | followyournose

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It’s not my fault! January 20, 2015. The most commonly shouted phrase in my house lately. Usually followed by the sound of a door slamming, and occasionally paired by the faint trickle of plaster crumbling to the floor. The house is struggling to structurally withstand the mood swings and angst raging through its rooms nowadays. That’s one of the problems with being an adult. Pretty much everything is indeed… my fault! The purple stains in my bathroom from wandering splashes of hair dye. My list of items...

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December | 2014 | followyournose

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Archive for December, 2014. Burp… hiccup… fart! I have a theory. Based around little green balls of veggie wonder. My theory is that the higher the amount of brussels sprouts in my life, the lower the level of my personal happiness and sense of fulfillment. Lets sum it up by saying the brussels sprouts to sanity ratio is dangerously high in my life at this point of the festive season. Humph… what tone of begrudgery? Only another 2 bargain bags to go. Tonight’s will be chopped and fried with nut...If I he...

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Are we a normal family? | followyournose

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Are we a normal family? July 11, 2015. I’m beginning to worry… is there something wrong with us? Instead of uniting us in harmless entertainment, board games cause screaming rows with occasional physical injuries! Most board games cause fights in our house. With the exception of Guess Who – which isn’t really a board game anyway! My children’s different personalities are noticeable during a board game. Son – cheats and laughs his way through every game, ignores the rules and invariably wins. MB games dev...

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September | 2014 | followyournose

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Archive for September, 2014. No cobwebs found at #spidersworkshop. There was plenty of talk about red pandas and gibbons though! It’s not every Thursday afternoon you get a glimpse of hooves poking through some placenta. No, I didn’t see that coming either, surprised us all to be honest. What better ploy to check you have your audience’s full attention during a mid afternoon presentation, than to show them a picture of a giraffe giving birth among the slides. Hands up it was my fault! As lucky participan...

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Are we a normal family? | followyournose

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Are we a normal family? July 11, 2015. I’m beginning to worry… is there something wrong with us? Instead of uniting us in harmless entertainment, board games cause screaming rows with occasional physical injuries! Most board games cause fights in our house. With the exception of Guess Who – which isn’t really a board game anyway! My children’s different personalities are noticeable during a board game. Son – cheats and laughs his way through every game, ignores the rules and invariably wins. MB games dev...

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burp… hiccup… fart! | followyournose

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Burp… hiccup… fart! December 28, 2014. I have a theory. Based around little green balls of veggie wonder. My theory is that the higher the amount of brussels sprouts in my life, the lower the level of my personal happiness and sense of fulfillment. Lets sum it up by saying the brussels sprouts to sanity ratio is dangerously high in my life at this point of the festive season. Humph… what tone of begrudgery? Only another 2 bargain bags to go. Tonight’s will be chopped and fried with nuts and blu...If I he...

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July | 2015 | followyournose

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Archive for July, 2015. Not tonight love…. Yesterday evening was like any other Saturday evening. A pot bubbled wafts of tasty scents through the house as we sat around relaxing and chatting. Tummies rumbling with shouts of “mum when’s dinner”? There was even some sunshine! Life was good…. What if she is refused access to a muddy field in Mitchelstown next weekend? What if she’s denied the chance to stand knee deep in mud, beer and excrement as she queues for the portaloos? What a dilemma…. Sell her tick...