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Due to overwhelming demand, you will find all my posts on http://havingtiffin.wordpress.com from now on. The pull of Wordpress and the fact that half of my lovely bloggy friends can't comment on Blogger means that it's not worth the hassle...Back to the old blog on 1 Jan though kiddies x

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http://havingtiffin.wordpress.com/2007/12/17/yeah-so-youre-not-good-enough-for-me/For the password, either email me. Or work out this cryptic (hahahah) clue:I am the password. I am that creature which stereotypically frightens the password in The Old Place. I am singular rather than plural. What am I?I am not jelly.If in doubt, check my Facebook profile.

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Well, it's tied off. As it is the festive season - and you all know how anxious I feel when something isn't right - I tried to put a little bow on it. I have been trying to think about how it is his problem. I haven't done anything wrong. Ok, so I wasn't out partying my life away on Friday. I was tired and fed up and feeling really blue. I know that people think that when you get the all clear

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Mum and I haven't been talking since she was decidedly unsupportive over the cancer issue. Given that she's supposed to be one of my closest relatives, I called her on Thursday to tell her about the all clear.Today she added me on Facebook.WTF?Anyway, I ok-ed it.And read her "About her" section."Married to... live in..." and then "I have one beautiful and talented daughter [Insert Name of The

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Yes, yes, we know this.He is a cock, and he thinks with his all the time too.The short story.Friday I was on a massive downer. I'm still riding it. Can't seem to kick the blues, which made this weekend difficult as I was in Leeds staying with Rach (who I bolt to whenever my life falls apart) and we went to see a Blues Brothers tribute show (which was actually awesome - like a hot dog - but I wish

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So, yesterday I tied a Colposcopy Nurse down (not literally, I don't advocate violence towards medical professionals) and got my results. All clear, as I said. The relief was immense. I haven't had to deal with anything like some of the women I have met on this journey, but I felt like I was floating on air. Today I feel really, really strange. I feel lost and a bit numb. Yesterday morning I had

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On a high after my EXCELLENT NEWS I wanted to contact as many people as I could, as quickly as I could. I did this via blogs, Facebook, a mass email and some mass texts. Despite nothing put of FM since Friday, I added him to the mass email as he had asked that I keep him update about how I go with all this stuff in that email he sent the day after we called whatever was going on with us off. And

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I bit the bullet. I called.I. AM. ALL. CLEAR!!!!!The margins are clear. They got it all. I am cancer-free!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't possibly explain how I feel. There are no words.It's like being born again. It's over. I'm not going to die! I don't need another operation. I don't need radiotherapy or chemo. God has let me off the hook.I feel so sick.Thanks everyone.Lots of lovexxxxxxx(Now let's all be

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"Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?" said Piglet."Supposing it didn't?" said Pooh, after careful thought.

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It is,looks t clock, 00.11, i dont want ot go to bed. i dont watn to ca,ll the colpocsopy clinic tomorrow. i dont want ot know the aswnwers. i nede sleep. night nigh night. night nicole and JV, lots of love, thanks fot looking aftwe me xxxx

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From: TiffinSent: 12 December 2007 12:43To: Tall Blonde Dish (yes, from the pw post on old blog)Subject: laterTime? x From: Tall Blonde DishSent: 12 December 2007 13:54To: TiffinSubject: RE: laterHmm. Just got in office. Let me thinkWhat time do you clock off? x From: TiffinSent: 12 December 2007 14:12To: Tall Blonde DishSubject: RE: laterOfficially I finish at 5. I think you are later…? From:

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I have been stressing out over the magazine as this issue is late by a month. This is thanks to my sick leave combined with the usual fact that in this office nobody can keep to a deadline. Other people miss deadlines on publications and marketing collateral that I have to coordinate. It is the thing I hate most about my job. What I can do depends a lot on other people doing a bunch of stuff

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I need to chase for my results. I am going out of my mind. I had to take two one-a-night Nytols last night to knock me out. One just had no effect whatsoever. I am all out of Zop. The girls have said that results get tied up in the admin system, sitting in trays waiting for overworked nurses and support staff to get around to processing them and posting them out. They say that results are back

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It's not quite 7pm here in Blighty.I'm sat in a bath towel after a really hot bubble bath. My feet are tingling because they are warm (which is quite a contrast to the blocks of ice that they felt like in bed last night). I sent the final amends for the magazine through to Designer D at 5.30. I am praying that The Big Boss plays nice tomorrow and doesn't try and change the entire publication just

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It doesn't revolve around me either, mind, but at the moment (lack of sleep and drop in positivity likely to blame) it certainly feels like it. In a way, it does. I have no significant other in my life, therefore my life DOES revolve around me.Follows on from my 1am post. I am still on this train of thought. Please disregard if you like.Let me tell you a story about how I nearly attacked Control

tiffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208776060078536481noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4018086595112445050.post-36757918631790932062007-12-11T09:07:00.001Z2007-12-11T09:08:02.349Z

I just came inches from quitting my job. I just don't care any more.

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I have been in bed for a few hours but sleep evades me. No drugs any more. It's back to relying on my body to send me to slumber, respite from the rubbish that the world chucks at you.It is quiet online tonight.I have been lying here for ages thinking about what the future holds. It's very easy to get very down when it is dark outside, when your feet are cold, when there's nobody there but

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I'm going home on 1 Jan. Sod all this running away. By then, Fuzzy will have forgotten.I'm not being hounded out of my blog!!!!!!I dunno if any of you understand where I am coming from, but I really feel unhappy about the loss of my spot. Maybe you are as attached to yours, maybe you aren't. But something is definitely missing from here, and I feel like something is missing from me too.I have

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Question... how many people get the double meaning?Just out of interest...

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As I mentioned on a comment elsewhere (I can't remember which post, and Blogger doesn't allow you to list most recent comments - boo), I am totally not feeling the love for this blog.At all.The dashboard is all wrong. Everything is all wrong. So, don't be surprised if I move again. God, what a hassle. Just be prepared for a new link. I am going to have to go back to WP... Blah. I miss my old home

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Sometimes I love it!!!I'm producing my best work in ages!!

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SNORT!G'argh!!!!:(And also:Slurp (he's trying to drink)Slop slop slop (he's trying to eat)Meh (he's trying my patience)

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I love the fact that I can be a manipulative little so-and-so*. Today, Events Chick and I have cooked up a real plot between the two of us and I love how The Adults at work have fallen for it hook, line and sinker.I knew getting embroiled in all that student politics would pay off. You can't beat me for twisting in this company.Basically, Control Freak decided that she wanted to use the designer

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...I STILL HAVEN'T DONE MY WORK!!!Not even one word. Meh. God, I hate my job sometimes!Only 5 days to go until I am on holiday! Two and a half weeks of NO WORK*!(*Apart from scoping out next year's issue dates, and doing the take-home exam paper for my stupid diploma course. Bah, I hate that too. 6,000 words on CRAP!)

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Hmm, I had three wheat crackerbreads on the desk next to me earlier (while procrastinating like a champion), and I can't find them for the life of me...Looks like I have a long night ahead... Word count still at 0.

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I still haven't done my work. I have spent all day procrastinating. I mean, who'd've thought how very important a bath would become? (Ditto changing bedclothes, or wandering to the supermarket and buying food, or playing on this blog, or chatting on MSN...)Clareybell just rang. We have been on the phone for ages. God, I feel like I have to introduce all these people all over again! We were

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I have loads of work to do, so have been procrastinating and setting up this blog instead...

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