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Crikey, its not safe anywhere any more is it? One minute you're trundling along minding your own business and then suddenly BAM! you're hit square in the face by December, all bling'd up like a chav in Argos. Baubles!!! Whenever Christmas approaches, it takes me a little while to get into the swing of things as I try to work out what to get people, even if they've given me a list of things to hunt down.  To try and ease the frustration of not finding suitable pressies early on, I have a tendency to then spend money on things for myself so that by the time Christmas rolls in, I've usually spent as much on me as I have on everyone else. Not that I'm a spend-a-holic at all.  Much. Well, today kicked off the proper Christmas spending in exactly this fashion, as the visit to the Good Food Show last Friday has spurred me on to replacing the broken hob. For those of you that were regular followers before my blogging break, you may remember this post where ...

I hope I am not tempting fate by saying this, but since moving offices to Tring, I have discovered a wonderful thing, something only ever heard of in urban myths ... teenagers with manners! The first time I experienced this was a shock. I can only liken it to the first time you catch your parents practising their own unique version of the Kama Sutra: you're glued to the spot, dumb-struck, wondering if you've over-done the Red Bull and your senses have gone into overdrive. It only lasts for a second as you mentally adjust to a new view of the world, and then its old news; though in this case, it actually left me happy. Of course, I've never been out in Tring at night, so I don't know how different things are to the daytime. However, I have been out in Berkhamsted at night, with the naive belief that such a high brow place would be similar to Tring, and that it would be a nice place filled with nice people. Wrong. Coming out of the town hall after salsa last Friday, I ...