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Television-impaired

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Television-impaired

Lisa: Maggie, come to the one you love best…

Today marks the halfway point in my ‘No TV Challenge‘. Although the challenge, set by my dastardly friend Tracey, offered me the option of splitting it into two single months rather than one long, consecutive stretch, I want to get this baby over and done with!

My old favourite, Neighbours, started back this week and of course I wasn’t there to see it. Thankfully, due to the joys of that other time-sucker (the Internet) I have a pretty good idea of what’s going on. Nevertheless, I do feel more than slightly compelled to break my TV ban – just for the day – to catch up on the Ramsay street antics.

But I won’t.

No, I shall remain strong.

Wonka No TV

Are you surprised that I’ve managed to last this long without TV? I find it completely out of character that I’ve barely even complained! (At least, compared to my usual level of complaining). Perhaps I didn’t love television so much after all…

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An ode to my Dad on Fathers Day

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An ode to my Dad on Fathers Day

How do you thank someone for giving you life and then teaching you how to make the most of it?

I must admit, I am a little sad this Fathers Day. Not a lot sad, mind you, just a little.

My Dad is really the inspiration for the list of Top 30 things to try before I’m 30. There’s nothing like a good old case of the Big C’s to get you appreciating life, and that’s exactly what happened to my Dad (and my family) all through last year and the better part of this year. It’s a little reminder of the “bucket” part of the term “bucket list” I guess. A gentle nudge to appreciate the things you have before they’re gone.

Anyway, that’s why I’m just a little sad today. I’m a little sad because I just got off a Skype chat with both of my parents who are currently in France living life to the fullest, and I’ve realised that I’m missing them a lot. I’m only a little bit sad because the all-too-real alternative could have been so much worse.

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