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Continue reading →: Day 28: Doing nothing and stopping drinking
The thing about transitioning from work to not-s0-much-work is that it starts with a frenzy of all those things that have been awaiting. Four weeks in and it’s only today that I didn’t set an alarm to get up and do something or be somewhere. I checked my watch at 2.30ish thinking it was…
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Continue reading →: Day 27: Bedlam
I caught the Bedlam: the asylum and beyond exhibition at the Wellcome Building in Euston, all about mental health and how it was treated – in asylums featuring metal collars, chains, straitjackets, ECT, teeth removal (and other innards), pills, art, talking therapies and, well, pretty much anything, with the inmates occasionally providing a weekend…
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Continue reading →: Day 26: London leaving lunch
Visiting that London for a farewell lunch with work colleagues and a catch-up at the agency I freelance for (or rather freelanced for). It’s been nearly four weeks but I feel I haven’t actually started my sabbatical yet. Been too busy lancing my travel boil (sorry). Pictures now up from Wales and Italy.…
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Continue reading →: Day 25: A shed and a shop
The man finally has his shed, the bunnies finally have their rabbit house and I finally have, um, a dance studio, an indoor beanbag hut for winter, my patio back? After all the excitement, we went grocery shopping together for a soup-beanburger-chocolate evening combo. Romance is alive and well in…
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Continue reading →: Day 24: Florence, Fat Fluffs and a farewell
I think I fell a little bit in love with Italy last week despite its October chills. Florence, the Cinque Terre and Pisa photos are to be uploaded but here are three of them, starting with the classic shot of Vernazza, which only those walking the steep trails from Monterosso get to…
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Continue reading →: Day 16-23: Out of office
Gone to Italy to eat pizza, drink wine, consume culture and walk old Ligurian donkey tracks. Daily blogging highly unlikely.
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Continue reading →: Day 15: Trip prep
Get diazepam repeat prescription and load up hypnotherapy help on phone for fear of flying, borrow map and phrasebook from neighbours, double-check cheap airlines small print on bag policies, print maps from airport to hotels, and train times for onward travel, pack accordingly to list made in 1994, write note…
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Continue reading →: Day 14: That fence isn’t going to paint itself
Having worked my way through a long list of admin, shopping, household, DIY and animal husbandry jobs today, it put me in mind of when retired people saying they don’t know how they ever found time to work. That. It’s 00.30am. Goodnight.
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Continue reading →: Day 13: Rita, RSI and recovery
Lunch with an 86-year-old birthday girl, Rita, who can barely walk due to leg inflammation and support strapping makes one truly appreciate one’s own mobility and relative youth. This sabbatical is more than anything a screen break; it’s about getting physically healthier after years of being a human guinea-pig for…
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Continue reading →: Day 12: Humming of the bird
Busy day for not very nice reasons but then a lovely visit from my long-time curly chum and sambista, Carinya, who is writing up a storm over on her Guyana blog, the Humming of the Bird. Go read it. We took her on a guided tour of Stirchley’s junior hipsterville-ification after an…
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Fiona Cullinan 