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Confessions of a Serial Mower: 23/09/07 - 30/09/07
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Monday, 24 September 2007. Here I stand at the start of a. Very long and rocky road to. Freedom, alone, unknown and. Scared that what I have started. I will never be able to finish. He chose to cheat, I chose to let. Would it have not been easier to forgive and. To hope that every time he left the house. He headed to someplace he should. I feel deep in my heart that he was lost to me. Long before the day I discovered a receipt for a dinner. Bought by a man I no longer know.
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Confessions of a Serial Mower: Selling the Mouse House
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Friday, 30 November 2007. Selling the Mouse House. Where to begin. The dapper man who steps out of his pristine car muttering about the "prevailing winds". I, being a tad clueless at this stage say that as we are so high the wind does tend to blow up here fairly! He was asking as he wondered if there would be room to mow a short airstrip through the wheat field for his Cessna! Blimey, I get in a state if I think I have to cook for six! My agents have been very good and are ...
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Confessions of a Serial Mower: The Pool
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Tuesday, 9 October 2007. The water glistens, shimmers. Not a ripple stirs,. Totally alone I dive into a world. Of warmth, softness, freshness, blueness. A cleansing overcomes me,. As I slice through the surface. Up and down, back and forth. Not thinking, not caring. Letting the day wash from my tired body. Finding the strength to once again. Face another October day. At Tuesday, October 09, 2007. 9 October 2007 at 16:10. 9 October 2007 at 16:42. 9 October 2007 at 16:44.
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Confessions of a Serial Mower: 07/10/07 - 14/10/07
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Tuesday, 9 October 2007. The water glistens, shimmers. Not a ripple stirs,. Totally alone I dive into a world. Of warmth, softness, freshness, blueness. A cleansing overcomes me,. As I slice through the surface. Up and down, back and forth. Not thinking, not caring. Letting the day wash from my tired body. Finding the strength to once again. Face another October day. At Tuesday, October 09, 2007. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Suffolk, United Kingdom.
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Confessions of a Serial Mower: 29/07/07 - 05/08/07
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Thursday, 2 August 2007. Every week should start with a day at the races don't you think. Perhaps it always does for some, but not usually for us Suffolk farming folk. So it was on Monday, we got all dressed and dolled up and headed up the A12 to Gt Yarmouth and the race course there, overlooking the dunes and the beach. Table I was not one of them. I am far far too nosy and like to people watch, and chat, and peer into next door's box to see who is about. The steward there...
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Confessions of a Serial Mower: 16/09/07 - 23/09/07
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Thursday, 20 September 2007. Confessions of a serial mower - getting back to normal. Normal, what is normal I wonder anymore. Well its been quite a summer and not one I will forget in a hurry, if ever. Suffice to say, as I cannot blog about it yet, my life as I know it changed for ever on Saturday the 4th of August. Well it had changed for ever before that date; I just didn't know it! I have a huge network of friends and family - much larger and kinder than I ever imagined ...
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Confessions of a Serial Mower: The Sale of the Century
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Saturday, 7 June 2008. The Sale of the Century. Where to begin as I have so often said. This photo was taken last July, just a week before I discovered GOH was having an affair. The sun was setting over my life and I didn't even know it. Odd how things turn out isn't it. In some small way keeping the housing market afloat. A sobering thought to ponder on. I have found many new friends en route and lost a few old ones, as I knew I would. The mouse still roars. Lovely to see ...
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Confessions of a Serial Mower: 24/06/07 - 01/07/07
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Wednesday, 27 June 2007. Confessions of a serial mower - Peaches, no cream. My late paternal grandfather; the gentleman farmer, the rich man, the horseman, the very cruel man. For all his airs and graces, his smart handmade suits, his car, his house on the hill, he was heartless and cold. My grandmother, Anna, who died when I was about 11, had a horrible existence. She was never allowed out alone. She lived for Wednesdays. She opened a tin peaches and ate them all! She told...
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Confessions of a Serial Mower: 15/07/07 - 22/07/07
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Confessions of a Serial Mower. Tuesday, 17 July 2007. Harvest and all that Jazz. We are in a state of expectation. We are waiting for the rains to hold off just for a whole day so we can get into the barley. It might be our turn first this year. My brother contract farms for us and we have to wait our turn. But all the time waiting. At Tuesday, July 17, 2007. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Grandma and The Heiress in Portsmouth. Suffolk, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Http:/ ww...
