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“Ego” – Explosive Gloating Overdose

Narrative

“Sometimes an inflation occurs to my sleeping ego, knocks me for six, and afterwards I’m back to . So I remember that story mum used to tell me”.

In the Sikh faith, Langar is a free kitchen often found in Gurdwara’s, Sikh places of worship. Over the last few years, stalls have been set up globally serving food to those who need it. Most notably during this pandemic. Anyone, from any walk of life, race, colour, creed can visit the Gurdwara and partake in Langar. The serving of Langar to the congregation can be conducted by anyone wishing to partake in this selfless service (Sevadar).

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#Friday 14.0: Lakes! Where Have I Been All This Time?

Each week I will (try and) share a small segment of something useful I learnt. While this is for my own amusement I hope it resonates with my lovely readers.

Another place to contemplate

                  Like many other people, as we emerge from lockdown we have been left with the thought of exploring more around where we may live. There is a strong chance the numbers of those taking holidays abroad will drop drastically.  As an interim we may spend more of our time and money either sampling local secrets or taking time out elsewhere in the country. 
                 Over the past two months I have been mapping out new places to visit and take my family when it’s safe to do so.  Last month I discovered a place while out cycling, so stopped over to have a nose.  At the time it was still shut but having opened a few weeks back, we’ve made our 3rd visit already, and I found it a perfect spot for lots of things. 

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Cross that line

I attended a blog party hosted by Jirah Merizz. As part of our introductions we were asked to share a positive message. So I’d like to share that with you all too. #staysafe #stayhealthy

Image of sun peering through tree taken during walks at Leybourne Lakes in Kent, UK.

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#Friday 13.0: My new therapeutic pass time

Each week I will (try and) share a small segment of something useful I learnt. While this is for my own amusement I hope it resonates with my lovely readers.

The journey thus far

                  There are certain household activities from which I get a very therapeutic kick out of.  But to name a few: (1) Hoovering: I’ve always loved hovering around the house. During my teenage years mum nominated me to take up that activity full time.  To this day adamant that it was my diligent approach to it, rather then being an easy target that won me this accolade. (2) Washing up: I only ever started using a dish washer after I got married some 19 years ago.  Before that time I’d happily help my parents with washing up, ensuring each dish was sparkling clean.  Today, while majority of the cutlery can be shoved in thy dishwasher, I still love scrubbing those pots and pans to make sure every inch of the area is spotless.  (3) Ironing: My therapeutic connection is not so strong anymore with this one. There was time when I would iron my clothes for the entire week on a Sunday evening, gliding across while listening to music. 
                    Earlier in the week my mum came around to see the kids, and being off work, also wanted to teach my wife how to make Samosas from scratch. All changed…… 

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#Friday 12.0: Chained, gardengate and confused

Each week I will (try and) share a small segment of something useful I learnt. While this is for my own amusement I hope it resonates with my lovely readers.

Chained

                  My alarm went beep beep at 5.30am Sunday morning and I scrambled out of bed to get into my cycling gear. My better half had already warned me to deactivate the alarm for weekends, but once again I ignored the friendly advice. After some cereal and a cup of tea (I sense some cyclists shaking their heads), I was out of the house, determined to notch up some serious miles.
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