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The secret diary of a single parent bloke

Archive for 2007

 

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Writen: Friday, September 14th, 2007. Uploaded: Tuesday, April 24th, 2012

Several months ago, I booked a holiday for the three of us. I managed to get a really good deal on an all-inclusive holiday in Turkey at one of those holiday-fortress type places that I swore I’d never go to. I looked upon it as a holiday for Natalia and Jack, after all, a holiday Read more…

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Writen: Sunday, September 2nd, 2007. Uploaded: Friday, March 2nd, 2012

Once again my life has been drastically changed, this time the huge step is going from redundancy to starting up my own business, and it’s made me re-evaluate many things about myself. I’ve put so much effort into making day-to-day life stable for me and my children that I’ve become risk-averse. I fully understand how Read more…

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Writen: Saturday, August 4th, 2007. Uploaded: Thursday, February 23rd, 2012

It’s been about 2 months since I was escorted from work, and I’ve never looked back. I did have to go back in there a few weeks ago to be formally told of the obvious (my job was redundant and therefore so was I). I said my “goodbyes” (although to many I’d have liked to Read more…

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Writen: Thursday, July 5th, 2007. Uploaded: Wednesday, November 2nd, 2011

One of the unexpected changes to my life, post redundancy, has been my shopping. More time at home means more time to cook nice things- and go out and buy the ingredients. Unfortunately, I still don’t have the time (or budget) to go mooching around farmer’s stalls in quaint market towns, but I do now Read more…

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Writen: Wednesday, June 13th, 2007. Uploaded: Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

Yesterday, I was escorted from work and locked out. Today, I walked Natalia and Jack to school. We held hands, played “tag” and chatted about anything in the morning’s warm summer sun. They were there on time, not dumped outside a locked gate that wouldn’t be opened for another 10 minutes. I strolled home, had Read more…