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January 14, 2004


She's home. No baby, but a clean(ish) bill of health. And when I've finished writing this I'm going to bed. As it should be. Proper. Complete.

(Sorry, for some of my readers - or probably ex-readers by now - this phase of my blog must be as dull as anything. I'll get back onto project management and futurology soon. Possibly.)

PS Thanks for all the nice messages. They were passed on secretly by text message or in visits.

Posted by Tom Dolan at January 14, 2004 10:16 PM

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I like the word blatant, I googled it, found here. Amen. I lead such a pathetic life...

Posted by: penfold at January 15, 2004 11:12 PM

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