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In which we go to Whitby
Last month we popped back up north, for a family wedding; and fitted in a side trip to Whitby.
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In which we go to Whitby
Last month we popped back up north, for a family wedding; and fitted in a side trip to Whitby.
Or, I'm glad I didn't get stabbed
At the office, the main conversation-starter today was: “so, what did you do on New Year’s Eve?” I felt slightly sheepish having to say: “um, I was ill.” It might only have been a cold, but even so the headache and constant sneezing were enough to send me to bed well before midnight.
In which we’re reminded why we don’t go out much
It’s not often that I go for nights out around here. Sometimes, though, you have to, just to remind yourself why.