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The Duke and I, on being human

Corporate grit. That’s how I think of the myriad little things that used to irritate me when I worked in corporate world. One of those bits of grit was the term, ‘human resources’.  And in that I had an unlikely … Continue reading

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Dear Professor Cox, No thanks – but thanks

The universe. All existing things. The whole creation. The cosmos. That’s what ‘universe’ meant to me, as a schoolgirl. And where did nine-year-old me live? I scrawled it on the packet which holds the pinking shears I still have in … Continue reading

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Naked bathers, stone tools, the eleventh tuna sandwich and the last straw

Rising with the sun I slide out of our tent feet first, past the sailcloth ‘Ratbags’ containing all our (present) worldly goods. At the far end of the campsite stand three women, calling at us. They lapse into silence and … Continue reading

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