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I am not a number. Je suis humaine.

If you recognise the first part of the title as coming from ‘The Prisoner’, award yourself a silver star! But, be warned, that’s as cheerful as the mood of this post gets. Today I was planning to write something superficial … Continue reading

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Bamboo and dumplings with a four part trio

I’m lying in bed, before sunrise, looking at the trees. Not a tremor, not a shiver, not a flutter. No wind. No rain. Amazing. An hour later the sun’s shining, the sky’s blue, the world’s a happy place – and … Continue reading

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