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How do you decide what risks to take?
I get up in the mornings.
All of life is a risk; you’re lucky if you survive childbirth. At some point afterwards, you will die. This we are sure of, so why worry about the inevitable?
My advice: enjoy it while you’re here, be nice to everyone, and don’t stick your fingers in the plug socket.
I am attending another workshop today.
It is also our anniversary.
The workshop is on conflict management. I believe I may have acquired some skill in that area over the last quarter-of-a-century.
Happy Anniversary sweatheart. Love you. xx*
*Blogging is way cheaper than buying a card.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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