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Living the Dream

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Friction

Maybe the Norsemen were onto something. Loki, the God of Mischief, has come into my life this week. There's an argument that he rules supreme worldwide at the moment.
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Mental Health

Now, all Europeans look at images of Putin, shiver and hold our loved ones close. We look to the West and see haughty disinterest. Defence spending is increasing in all European countries. Germany will once again set its factories to building arms.
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An Ending

Nero's Notes is closed. The stock is gone, and the boxes that once held notebooks and pencils are gone, too. The shelves where they sat have new homes. Customers were brilliant, hoovering up stationery they didn't need and probably didn't want to help Clare
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"May we live in interesting times..."

Sir Keir Starmer very carefully said as little as possible to upset anyone, a feat which he managed rather well, resulting in him becoming Prime Minister. Since his elevation, he's looked rather surprised by it all and blundered about somewhat haplessly.
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Get a Grip

What’s wrong with the UK is the European Convention on Human Rights. Yep. That’s it. Mitterand, Adenhauer, and that wishy-washy woke Churchill. They’re to blame for everything. I mean, you win one war, and everybody lionises you.
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Pup Update

Having told you about the attack on Charlie, I want to keep you updated. The wee fellow is in good form. Fingers crossed, he got off lightly. I'll take him back to the vet on Friday for a check-up.
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Hacking away

“We determined on 14 August 2024 that your personal data was obtained by the unauthorised third party, which included your name and your postal address, email address, driver's license, credit card number and expiration date, date of birth, and phone number.”
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Back from Basel

We meandered down from the Minster in the Old Town, crossing the Rhine on a sturdy bridge. The sun glittered on the fast-flowing river: a bucolic scene. My heart stuttered as I saw a head bobbing along in the current. Had someone fallen in?
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