Tara Flynn

Archive for December, 2009

Yule (b)log

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

Hurrah! It’s Christmas Eve! I am probably not going to move outisde of a 10 foot radius the whole day (unless we decide to drag ourselves to the pub, but right now, that would constitute a pretty momentous decision). I have a lovely Micks’mas hangover. Not a bad one: one of those where you feel [...]

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It’s the waiting I can’t stand.

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

Crying in public is almost never acceptable. I know because of the looks I get when I do it. I get sad too, ok? And not always when I’m conveniently in a lead room with no windows and a box of tissues. (That would, perhaps, be a little too convenient.) When it happens, it’s the [...]

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Clueless whispers

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

Overall, it’s been a wonderful week. Oh, I’m still sick and spluttering and it’s gone to my chest and I haven’t had paid work in weeks and the fiancĂ© is away in Mumbai with Bollywood heads, leaving me all alone and not allowed to watch House without him, but it’s still been great because I’m [...]

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Hobby-horse

Monday, December 21st, 2009

People, people, people – get Sky Sports. That’s my catch-all catch-phrase for people who need a hobby. People get het up about the silliest things: this blog being a case in point.

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Flurry

Friday, December 18th, 2009

Wasn’t it lovely to see even the tiniest, tiniest snowfall? I went out to get a soya latte and initially I thought that either I had spots before my eyes (common, before I’ve had my caffeine), or someone was burning really fine paper. It was hardly snow at all, just fluffy rain, but it still [...]

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