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Well this is it. The final post of this 365 blog, a blog committed to seeking out the good stuff in each day, the fine details of life, the stuff to be thankful for. Whether in the dancing specks of dust in the sunlight streaming through windows, or in the beauty of good food, in enjoying fine company, in moments of joy in a day, in moments that remain even when there seems to be no good at all in a day, all these moments have made up my life for the last year. It has felt good to record them. It has been good to have to sit here and type positive things into a computer to remind myself there is always stuff to be thankful for. It has been good to remember that I have someone to thank.

Today it was the simplicity of sitting on a sofa on a rainy day reading a book and drinking tea with Lizzi. Life is made of these moments, and if we don't stop and look around in a while we miss out on them. Life in all its pain and struggle still has these glorious shiny details in it. I'm not sure what happens now. I think my long neglected other blog may get some attention now, but maybe in a more attention to detail style way. Whatever happens, I like the fact that this year is here.

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Late morning fry up. Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Not getting up until 4pm. Pirates of the Caribbean 3. We want to be pirates now.

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The longest day, telling some students about God's forgiveness at silly o'clock in the morning, waking up half way through the talk realising what I was saying was true. Good chats with my prayer partner about this life being managable if we hang onto the reality of the character of God, that deep sense that knowing our God better really does help. Book group and the lovely brief chat with Binface.

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(Looking at when I started this I should be due to finish it on the 27th May. Clearly I've missed a couple of days out so I'll put these in as extras...)

A whole day of not going anywhere or driving a ridiculous distance in my car. Playing tennis in the early evening light. Pink skies and the tennis court signalling the beginning of beautiful summertime moments.

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Light in the dark. Believing Hebrews 13 for a bit this afternoon whilst telling some students about life after Uni. Glad that I have a Father who sticks with me even when I am grumpy rebellious cynical old bag. Very glad He is expert at softening hearts. Jess and Ceryn's inappropriateness (Ed I think it came from me. Sorry.). Heading out with urban singleton family tonight, hot chocolate and baileys.

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The moment when the magic of exercise kicks into my head and the cloud disappears for a bit. Mmm.

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The messages that reminded me that I'm not entirely alone in this job right now. Glad that someone cares and God's impeccable timing was at work again. The fun of hanging out with Jess, Ceryn, Ed and Carolina for the day. Chilled times with students this evening. My Brother hearing my frustrations and attempts to try and not moan but giving me space to express some of the angst within right now. (He's had 4 years off and should really thank Mr G for that, but he's back on duty now)

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Kassa:
R R L L R
B T T T S

Macroo:
R L L R L R L R L
B T T B S B T B S

Cuckoo:
L R L R
S B T T

359/365

Saturday bliss. Mum and Dad, walks on the downs, good pub lunch, pretty fields, lazy afternoons with cups of tea, shouting at Saturday night TV. Saturday bliss.

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The girls coming around tonight. Wine helping grumpy Kath. The thought that maybe people still like me despite all of this rubbish.

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I can't help noticing that the end is approaching, only 7 more days of this blog. I wonder what will happen then? Will I return to my old blog which is gathering cobwebs over in some other corner of this internet thing? (does the internet have corners?) Will I forget the good stuff if I don't write it down? Will I go back to being a cynical old bag in the corner? (corners feature a lot in this paragraph). Ah well, these questions can wait for a weeks time.

As for today: Looking after the lovely Lou, figuring out our video player so we can record Hustle tonight and back to drumming, hitting things with nothing else to think about. The thought that tomorrow is Friday and that can mean only one thing... It's nearly the freakin weekend baby. (which I'm looking forward to a silly amount considering I've only worked 4 days this week...)

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Back in the pool this morning, up and down, up and down, the delights of endorphins in the brain. Actually praying. Getting a shiny new kettle for our house. Getting that Jesus being in authority over everything back then means he still is right now. A good way to end the day.

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Reading Hebrews with Jess and Ceryn, God being better than everything. Putting Roz's e-mail into the family folder on my computer. Grin. Finally seeing Lizzi again, hanging out in the house and being glad to be back.

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The random moment on our flight home when we had to sing Happy Birthday to Lisa, whoever Lisa is, I think I would have preferred our Pilot to fly the plane rather than sing. Driving over the hill into Hove, staring at the pretty sea, the windmill and our road very glad to be home after too much travelling.

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More lazy mornings and overeating. Karen's lush flat and hospitality back in Glasgow. Long drives made happy by good music and company.

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More lazing around the place, seeing Dolphins off the coast, the cheese fest of Eurovision. Karen's new name leading her to text Eurovision, imagining the person recieving this text from Celery Lady, Nayski, Binface and Peach.

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Lazy mornings, books, tv and chats. Pottering around Loch Ness in the afternoon, crazy Scottish Tat for American Tourists, finding Nessie, good chats, pretty scenery, lots of laughing.

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Scotland. After a car, a plane and a train, finally reaching Glasgow. 3 hours later we get to Inverness. Pretty Scottish mountains, green green landscape, amusing times with the girls.

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Praying to ward away the grumps and get back to attempting to be a little bit like Jesus. It working. Hosea and a God who wants us to cry out to him and pours out passionate love on his people. The cries of the spurned lover breaking our hearts.

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Bounce. Hysterical laughter and lots of bouncing with our lovely team. It's a shame we only read the '1 person at a time' notice after 7 of us had bounced on it together...

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Last moments in Denmark. Glad Birgitte didn't want to come back with us, delighted at what God has been up to in the last few months in her life. Landing in England to pizza, beer and yet more Hustle with the lovely Lizzi and Cathy H. Glad that it's felt like we've been away for years (although still no tea with a faun.)

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Beautiful walk in the woods, around lakes and the general peace and quiet of a Sunday morning. Playing pool, reading books, lying on the grass in the sun, more ice cream, Spiderman 3 and walking back imagining the pretty castle to be ours.

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Pottering around Copenhagen. Chats on the train about the faithfulness of our God, learning to trust in a God who knows how to look after us. Boat trips, Ethiopian resturants, dancing to late night Jazz in Tivoli.

This being our brunch in a cafe.

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Lazy mornings chatting to God, luminous green leaves on trees, blue blue sky, Ice cream in the sun. Viking ships, more Birgitte and Hustle.

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Denmark baby. Sitting in a random cafe asking each other strange questions. Finding our way around Copenhagen. Finally getting to see Birgitte. Inappropriate signs in Danish- Slags, i fart, Boghandeler and Bad toilet. Talking through life with a older wiser Danish lady called Ingborg, learning to say her name correctly, the stirrings of passion again. Peace.

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Enjoying questionaires, go figure. Plotting with Roz in the sun. Roz and Mark and all the fun.

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Out all day working in the sunshine.