Category: James Proclaims
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Summer now seems to be a distant memory, but, despite claims made by the various retail outlets from which I buy my groceries, we are…
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As I sit here writing this, my children are watching Pokemon. I think there are quite a lot of Pokemon cartoons available and I’m not…
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Good afternoon dear reader, and may I be the first to wish you a Merry Christmas this year? It is very much the end of…
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Good afternoon, dear reader. As I write this I am sitting in my garden, but in a break with recent tradition, I am using my…
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Good morning, for it is morning as I write this. I am at the breakfast table (and indeed the only table) in the ramshackle abode…
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As I write this, I am sitting in the car waiting for Little Proclaims to finish her Saturday morning ‘French School’ session. Mini Proclaims is…
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Rain has stopped play once again at Proclaims Towers. The garden, so oft the location for my blog-writing of late, is off-limits due to inclement…
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As predicted in a recent post, writing this blog on my phone while supervising my children in the garden is becoming the norm. As I…
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Sometimes DIY can feel a little more like DI Why? I honestly don’t know why I put myself through it. The general lack of a…
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So, here we are, in the aftermath of one of the most seismic electoral shocks in living memory. Who’d have imagined that outcome, eh? Of…
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My success in returning to a weekly blogging schedule, and avoiding my boom and bust (if I’m honest, mainly bust) approach to blogging of recent…
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Last week’s post celebrated a glorious sunny day during half-term, which I’d hoped would be the start of summer after an inauspicious few days, in…
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What a difference a day makes. It might well be a week since last I posted anything but it’s merely a day since I wrote…
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Last Monday’s post was written on the preceding Tuesday when I was off work and trapped at home on a rainy day, with both of…
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Yesterday was Mothering Sunday in the UK (and quite possibly in some other countries too). It was also Mother’s Day, which is, I think, an…
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As if oft the case, it is Saturday afternoon as I write this. Little Proclaims and I are sitting at the dining table, while Mrs…
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Most weekdays I’m not involved in the process of feeding my children. By the time I get home from work, Mrs Proclaims has taken care…
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It is February half term in the UK, and being an employee of an institution that allegedly provides education to young people, I have the…
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Every Saturday, during term time, I take Little Proclaims to French School. In spite of the fact that I, as a child, hated every second…
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It is Sunday afternoon as I write this. Mini Proclaims is napping, having recently covered herself and much of the dining table in my home-made sweet…
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Like most of its predecessors, 2024 is a year. Whether it is a good year or a bad year (or a blameless measurement of time…
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As I write this, some potatoes are roasting in my oven. They are basking contently in olive oil, garlic and rosemary. I’m quietly confident they…
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As it is the third Monday in January, it is officially and indisputably Blue Monday – the most depressing day of the year. The rationale…
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As it is January and thus still very much a time for making unrealistic pledges, I’m still fairly confident that I’m going to turn around…
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As it’s New Year’s Day I find myself, as I do most years, compiling a list of stuff that I need to start doing in…
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As I write this I’m still enjoying a Christmas Day which has predominantly seen me sitting around in a festive onesie, drinking too much beer…
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I’m wearing a onesie festooned with images of Christmas trees and reindeer. I’m a tad more inebriated than would be the norm mid-afternoon. The oven…
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As January comes to an end, much to the relief, no doubt, of people who like to blame arbitrary measures of time for all the…
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I appear to have unintentionally had another hiatus on my blog. Having posted daily throughout November and December, I started January in a similar vein,…
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It’s Sunday evening as I write this and thus the end of the first weekend after the post-Christmas return to work. It was not a…
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