Warm, athletic, slush-proof.
The words above landed in my in-box yesterday, and were written to advertise winter boots. Nothing new there, and in truth, the boots did look very tempting but they also suggested to me a rather fun Christmas game that can be played online or gathered together.
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Happy erection day. If you are feeling at all anxious about where to go with your erection, how to deal with erection tension or how to handle your erection decisions, we have some last-minute advice for you.
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You have to feel sorry for Black Friday… He isn’t currently getting much encouragement. From boycott-threatening social media posts to Which’s announcement that Black Friday bargains aren’t all they claim to be, I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw a rebranding for 2020. Perhaps Sangria Saturday or Seafoam Sunday (I really must stop reading paint charts).
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I often think it would be quite exciting to be a search engine; with all that information to your fingertips and all that power over who gets to see what, you could perhaps rule the world. You would certainly rule the world of keywords but what if you became bored with words, especially sets of words, which all essentially mean the same thing? You might like to lighten things up and let people use emojis in their search queries. Continue reading “Emoji Searching – Would you? Should you? Did you even know you could?”
The quest for excellent blog writing has not lost its momentum and it has to be said that there are some great blogs out there. I find that most of my favourite blogs make me laugh, teach me something new and are written by women. It was the last item in this list that made me wonder whether or not women actually made better bloggers than men. Here are my 5 (tongue in cheek) reasons to suggest that they do… Continue reading “International Women’s Day 2019 – 5 reasons women make the best bloggers”
I am in the grip of a writer’s conundrum here, on one hand I am doing my utmost to sit on my frustrations and stay out of the Brexit debate, on the other, I like talking about food (and of course eating it). Continue reading “Can’t they make jam? The post-Brexit food crisis.”
Myrrh is almost as difficult to spell as (brocolli), (broccolli), broccoli and is nowhere as nutritious or convertible into breast milk as that green vegetable. I have often wondered what Mary did with the gifts that those Wise Men brought her baby son.
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For many of us, Christmas is one of the few times in the year when we pick up a pen and remember that handwriting exists. This is great and no doubt good for us but, after a year in the company of spellcheckers and predictive text, it can be hard work grappling with Christmas wordage. We have a few Christmas spelling and grammar tips for you so that your stables remain steady, your mangers don’t go mangey and your holly and ivy behave.
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2018, my third year of full-time freelance content writing work, has brought about an unexpected, but much appreciated side effect. I have started to remember some of the old skills. I’m not talking here about ancient skills or even specialist ones, the skills to which I am referring are ones I remember from my childhood. Simple things like shopping in the high street and picking apples, or more complicated ones like preserving (easier than you think). It’s hard to fathom how change can have happened so quickly but it has and this particular brand of change has not been good for us, our environment or our planet. Here is my list of lost skills that we perhaps could all do with holding onto a bit more tightly.
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My name’s Fi Darby and, when I am not busy freelance writing, I teach people to read maps. I don’t often get lost but have recently found myself wishing the irritating news elf Brexit would take himself off up into the hills and do just that. I have, however, so far resisted suggesting this as a possible solution to our current troubles because the hills are just about the only place left where it’s possible to hide from the latest ‘B’ news. It was an interesting thought however, to consider what would happen if, when out walking, I discovered Brexit, lost and confused at a summit (I have a feeling I wouldn’t be the first person to whom this has happened).
Continue reading “The day I taught Brexit to read a map… or did I?”