I can’t be the only person who thinks that 24 hour days just aren’t long enough. By the time I have done some work, eaten some food and looked after my little girl it is time to go to bed. That can’t be right, can it? As someone who once lived a disorganised, bohemian lifestyle (ok, so I worked in a bank but I used to stay up till 3 in the morning listening to.
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Isn’t it amazing how many things there are to spend money on in a house? I mean, if I were an eccentric billionaire with a generous nature I probably wouldn’t even know what to start with. Thankfully I am an eccentric poor person with a frugal Scots upbringing, so it isn’t usually such a big problem. Even so, I still come across things I would like to have too often for my liking. For instance,.
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My kitchen isn’t a disaster but it could be a lot better. As confessions go it isn’t a particularly exciting one but it’s the truth. The room in the house with my mum calls the scullery, my wife calls the cocina and my daughter calls the coshhuaaa needs a little bit of that old je ne sais quoi to get it sparkling. What about some kitchen backsplash tiles? Err, I’m not sure what I would.
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I was going to write about something different today but just as I started typing my little girl starting crying. Every parent knows what it is like to try and get a child to sleep so maybe it’s time to look for some alternative methods. I’ll try and finish this off between running back and forward to rock her cradle. Are kayak pools just pools which you can put kayaks in if you so wish?.
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I had a bit of a disaster this week which left me writhing on the floor in agony. I think I mentioned a while back about my problems with the local carpenters. Well, this means that the access to our attic is through a precarious looking ladder rather than the smart, sturdy one I ordered 6 months ago. It’s a long story but basically I wanted to go up and see whether traffic was bad.
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