Call me a hypochondriac germaphobe, but is seems like every coughing sneezing sighing spitting carrier monkey has bathed me in their germs this week.
When did covering your mouth to cough go out of style?
I despair.
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Call me a hypochondriac germaphobe, but is seems like every coughing sneezing sighing spitting carrier monkey has bathed me in their germs this week.
When did covering your mouth to cough go out of style?
I despair.
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I’ve just spent the weekend with my mother, and there’s nothing quite like 48hrs of “Are you warm enough? Are you sure? Have you got a jacket just in case?”, “Why would you go for a run now? – It might rain (sometime this decade), & you might slip over/break your leg/die”, etc to polarise [...]
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For those of us in Melbourne today, it’s stinking out there. What is it – a hundred degrees?? I can tell you that the only thing separating me from the tonic in my fridge and the gin on my shelf until now has been the fact I needed to draw something to go with these [...]
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There may not have been a sexy boy in make-up, but there was plenty of booty, tassles, burlesque fans and cheeky striptease to keep me interested on Sunday at Dr Sketchy’s. And as if that wasn’t enough there was even a mermaid. Most likely attributable to the fact that I couldn’t swim as a youngster, I [...]
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Like each of my ex-boyfriends, though with far greater longevity, Venice has that certain je ne sais quoi that makes me keep loving it, no matter how crap it is at times.
My first visit was at the height of summer – i.e. 45 degrees centigrade. This was the first unexpected Venice experience. (I’m sorry but [...]
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