Recipe 1) Place two people in a party or slightly warmed small room. Leave to infuse. Mix in mutual acquaintances and generous amounts if alcohol. Simmer. Exchange telephone numbers and transfer to taxi. Leave to stand for 3 – 5 days. 2) Now combine the jitters with even more drink. Mixture may look like separating…
Author: Sarah Mann
Okay human, most of the time.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay
Just realised I didn’t know the lyrics for the song from which I drew my nom de plume. Brilliantly the lyrics are slightly ironic given the POTS diagnonsis and my personal character. I might has to force someone to record me performing it… If I do I will inflict it on you sooner and later. …
Indefinable Terms
So, end of the penultimate week at work. I am the last one in the air departure lounge (as the 4th Floor has been affectionately termed) and it’s weirdly peaceful. Seriously considering asking if I can just come and work in here for free in return for my insider knowledge of IASH. But here is…
Giving up and going to have a bath…
A thoroughly frustrating day. Stupid body. Stupid technology. Stupid me.
The hunt is on…
The job hunt that is. After a month or so of looking in a very casual way, I am now upping my socks and pulling up my game. Looking for a new challenge in the media sector, having enjoyed my time with AOL Advertising/Platform A/Ad.com. It’s been such a contrast to teaching and working as…
Possibility…
If I should die and leave you here awhile, Be not like others, sore undone, who keep Long vigils by the silent dust, and weep. For my sake turn again to life and smile, Nerving thy heart and trembling hands to do Something to comfort weaker hearts than thine. Complete those dear unfinished tasks of…
Dead-pan humour
A priest died in a small Irish village. At the funeral a fellow clergy man from a neighbouring parish stood in the pulpit and said what a nice man the dead priest was. He talked about his charitable works, inspiring sermons and excellent service of the community. A woman in the congregation turned to her…
When I Have Fears – Noel Coward
When I have fears, as Keats had fears, Of the moment I’ll cease to be I console myself with vanished years Remembered laughter, remembered tears, And the peace of the changing sea. When I feel sad, as Keats felt sad That my life is so nearly done It gives me comfort to dwell upon Remembered…
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