I Buy A New Washer
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A blog which muses on the everyday happenings of motherhood, poetry, work and basic plumbing techniques.
- By Liz Lefroy
- Based in United Kingdom
- Roughly one post per month
- First post on
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Sep 2021 | 1 |
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Nov 2021 | 0 |
Dec 2021 | 1 |
Jan 2022 | 0 |
Feb 2022 | 1 |
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Apr 2022 | 0 |
May 2022 | 1 |
Jun 2022 | 1 |
Jul 2022 | 0 |
Aug 2022 | 1 |
Sep 2022 | 1 |
Oct 2022 | 3 |
Nov 2022 | 0 |
Dec 2022 | 3 |
Jan 2023 | 0 |
Feb 2023 | 2 |
Mar 2023 | 1 |
Apr 2023 | 1 |
May 2023 | 1 |
Jun 2023 | 2 |
Jul 2023 | 1 |
Aug 2023 | 1 |
Sep 2023 | 2 |
Oct 2023 | 0 |
Nov 2023 | 1 |
Dec 2023 | 1 |
Jan 2024 | 1 |
Feb 2024 | 2 |
Mar 2024 | 0 |
Apr 2024 | 2 |
May 2024 | 2 |
Jun 2024 | 1 |
Jul 2024 | 0 |
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Most recent posts
[If running stats bore you, look away now.]I love parkrun. I love the weekly routine of it: same time, same route, same format, same mental reckonings about the results, same feeling of smugness post-event as …
Red for the strawberries, ripening on my allotment, sweet brightness against straw. Red for the runner bean flowers. Red for the radishes huddled up close. Red, just about, for the rhubarb. Red for my face …
... more specifically, my work role. I was enabled to do this at a conference at the University of Central Lancashire this week. Understanding came to me as it always does: relationally, emotionally, experientially; and …