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Last weekend I spent three nights on a narrowboat. It was 55 feet long, 7 feet wide and about 6 feet high. You would think, with length being the only dimension in its favour, that the beds would be long enough for me… but alas. (I’m asleep in that photo, by the way — I think it was taken around 6am.) We spent four days navigating the beautiful river-cum-canal Kennet and Avon Canal. Back in the olden days, it trimmed…

Girl, You’ll be a Woman soon & Growing up Abi: My Mum died when I was 15. I always think it was a shame because I could really do with asking her a few things about now. I never knew my Mother as an adult, I certainly never thought much about her life before I entered it. The truth is, I always think I am failing a bit at being an adult. I don’t see myself as having achieved half…

Yes dear Abi: I’m not sure exactly when I gained an Internet Husband…. somewhere around 12 months ago, maybe later. What I am sure of however, is that there was no proposal, no prenup and ultimately, no party. We didn’t notice the honeymoon when it was happening, and we certainly didn’t acknowledge the blissful getting-to-know-you stage for what it was at the time. We did however, visit the town of bicker-ville, whilst occasionally taking a scenic stroll through the land…

Abi & Seb (Click for larger) Abi: Apparantly he did this face for about 5 years straight and didnt wash his hair for three of those.. Incase you wondered, this week we visit each other aged 16. Seb and I have only known each other about a year. God knows how long he’d been stalking me prior to that (I jest!). I think its fair to say that he is one of the people I talk to the most frequently…

I’m still way behind on things, after being away for the weekend, so I’m simply going to wow you with lots of pretty photos — and a vaguely interesting breadcrumb of information. First, the anecdote, about horses. I was talking to a cute Welsh birdie about horses, as one does, and the talk quickly shifted to the topic of herds. There were lots and lots of horses in the New Forest, but all in small groups of two or three…

When two become one Bon Dia! It’s Abi writing the blurb this week. Seb made me, on account of his acute observation that “I am a girl”. He then threw a paddy because the Valentines card I sent him got “lost” in the post, he spent several hours (attractively) pouting then refused to write this so here I am. He is SUCH a Diva. And then the dilemma of what to write in this space “Just say how much you…