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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. I like to party (I am a spanner). Author Archives: Party Spanner. So Much News…. Posted by Party Spanner. I’m feeling sheepish. It’s been almost three years since I added a new post to this blog – and a year since my domain expired. Um. I’m not even sure why I stopped writing the blog to be honest. Things got a bit hectic, then a bit CRAY CRAY, then a bit normal, then a bit WHAT THE FUCK? Then a bit OH YEAH! Then a bit OH GOD WHY?

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Too Many Cuts: November 2011

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Key Articles and Site Map. The fabric of Britain as we know it is being ripped apart. So much is changing, almost behind our backs, we haven't got time to notice what is happening to us. And it is happening fast. Wednesday, 30 November 2011. I didn't vote for this! Just off the top of my head:. Public sector workers terms and conditions (otherwise known as moving the goal posts after the match has started). Women ( Report on Fawcett legal challenge result here. Erosion of employment rights. It is hard to...

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September | 2011 | ape and angel

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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Musing on life and other unusual ideas. Monthly Archives: September 2011. The natural world and I fall out…. Posted by aga sagas. But surely, I hear you say, the problem must be bats, not wasps? Belfry = bats; no? Well yes, I do have bats. Lots of them. In the attic. And now I have one in the cellar. And it is definitely a problem. Answers on a postcard, please. Posted in Family life. Aqua is the new blue…. Posted by aga sagas.

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Never send to know for whom the bell tolls….. | ape and angel

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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Musing on life and other unusual ideas. Larr; “…expelled from the garden of childhood”. Never send to know for whom the bell tolls…. Posted by aga sagas. Another critic I have read recently argues that ‘Ideology’ is like halitosis, in that it is something everyone else has, not you. That our beliefs are of course ‘right’ and that those of an enemy must be ‘wrong’? Married to His Nibs for a long time now. A sense of humour helps.

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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Musing on life and other unusual ideas. It’s quarter past one in the morning and I’m not at a party…. Posted by aga sagas. But this is the third week that I have found myself downstairs, alone, watching the logs fall to embers. The house is quietly creaking into its slumbrous state. The clock by my desk is ticking at a faster rate than Great Aunt Norah’s clock in the hall, which measures out its beats with Victorian digni...Daddy i...

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“…expelled from the garden of childhood” | ape and angel

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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Musing on life and other unusual ideas. Larr; It’s quarter past one in the morning and I’m not at a party…. Never send to know for whom the bell tolls…. →. 8220;…expelled from the garden of childhood”. Posted by aga sagas. Yesterday had more than a few sad moments, as is often the case when I sit in the Youth Court. But none sadder than hearing a solicitor say – accurately – of her young client;. But what about troubled children?

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So Much News… | Party Spanner

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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. I like to party (I am a spanner). Larr; Choux Choux Be Doo. So Much News…. Posted by Party Spanner. I’m feeling sheepish. It’s been almost three years since I added a new post to this blog – and a year since my domain expired. Um. I’m not even sure why I stopped writing the blog to be honest. Things got a bit hectic, then a bit CRAY CRAY, then a bit normal, then a bit WHAT THE FUCK? Then a bit OH YEAH! Then a bit OH GOD WHY? View a...

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Ungrowing | aga sagas

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Mainly) on life and laughter in the English countryside. The art of marriage…. Family wisdom and collected thoughts. I am going to un-grow. Down, not up. I’m going to stop. What life is all about. And have one, instead. I am going to play out. With my friends,. About that big tomorrow. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. The Drapes Of Wrath.

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The potting shed | aga sagas

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Mainly) on life and laughter in the English countryside. The art of marriage…. Family wisdom and collected thoughts. If you need me. I’ll be in the potting shed. Somewhere amongst those half folded packets. Those tumbled pots and dusty tools. The wire and tangled rope. Raising life now second nature. Each seed into a dark and warm embrace. Into its earthly nest,. To root, burrow. And grow, spring up,. Set seed for other hands. In the potting shed. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.

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Funny | aga sagas

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Mainly) on life and laughter in the English countryside. The art of marriage…. Family wisdom and collected thoughts. We sat side by side in my garden, tonight. You with your cup of tea. Me with my wine. And watched the valley fading with the light. You with your cup of tea. Me with my wine. Funny, you were gone when I stretched out my hand. Remember your garden bench with the cat? You with your cup of tea. Me with my wine. You spoke of this; I guess I talked of that. You with your cup of tea. 8220;Owing ...