Thursday – Sunday, January 26th-29th 2012

As I write this it’s 11pm and that’s a fitting time to share something that has been on my mind over the last few days. ‘The eleventh hour’; I’m assuming the expression translates well if you are reading this outside of the UK. It’s a phrase (which actually originates from the bible, Matthew 20:6) we use to mean the latest possible time before something becomes too late. Although strictly speaking, it’s the 23rd hour right now, that’s neither here nor there!

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Wednesday, January 25th 2012

Well, it’s the end of another day and not a great one for Annie. Yesterday evening wretched nausea picked up pace and hijacked Annie’s body and well-being; just before she went to bed I had dealt with three refuse sacks of its effects. I am beginning to wonder if the City Council can give us a special trash cart just to dispose this kind of waste!

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Sunday-Monday, January 8th-16th, 2012

It’s 10 minutes to midnight and I’ve just said goodbye to five good men. I wrestled for a few minutes with what adjective I should use to describe them. I wanted to say ‘great men’ but ‘great’ is a very subjective word – and so is ‘good’ for that matter. Perhaps I should just call them five very dear brothers.

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Monday-Saturday, January 2nd-7th 2012

In the last blog post, I actually struggled to describe and define our happiness in words. Just like that phrase ‘Happy New Year’, our words can often appear glib; they can easily be misunderstood and misinterpreted. The happiness Annie and I have is something we truly have a reason for, it’s something we actually experience but can’t always easily come up with the words to describe that experience.

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Wednesday, December 28th 2011 – Sunday, January 1st 2012

There’s been a little part of me that is reluctant to say the three words that are routinely exchanged between people this time of the year. It has nothing to do with our current circumstances, I’ve felt the same way for a long time. Of course, I can’t completely avoid saying those three words because as soon as I hear them repeated to me, it’s knee-jerk etiquette to bounce them right back. I’d appear really rude and cold if I didn’t finish my half of the annual dialogue deal. “Happy New Year?”  Continue reading