From the Big Apple to little old Brackley

Hello again dear readers. Yes it’s the return of Pasta Paulie now residing in the mighty metropolis of Brackley – where’s that? Exackley! (see what I did there?). Since you ask, Northamptonshire actually.

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Emma’s Finds

Well the move to New York draws ever nearer and we’re getting to the frantic stages of the moving arrangements. However one task has been marked off the ‘to finish’ list and that’s been seeing my lovely daughter Emma complete her new website for her home accessories business, called Emma’s Finds. It’s a cute name because it perfectly describes how Emma searches out interesting things for the home/garden and markets them to a growing client base via FB, Instagram and now on her very own website, emmasfinds.com. Go have a look. I’m very proud because it’s very cool, is a proper payment platform and Emma built this completely by herself, with just a bit of editorial help from me early on.

That’s the second  business website I’ve worked on now following the build of a dedicated site for my lovely clients H&E to market their delightful villa in Kalkan, Turkey. If you haven’t seen that one yet do please have a click through and check it out.

The next piece of website work to complete is my new personal blog site covering our time in New York. I’ve registered a domain name so far (still under wraps) though I couldn’t have the one I wanted, These Vagabond Shoes…. damn. Never mind the new one should be up and running in the next week. Till then hope you have time to have a quick browse around the above sites.

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America

Hello again blogosphere….it’s been quite a while since I last did a posting. I kind of lost my writing mojo after my youngest brother passed away. Trying to produce some amusing and opinionated pieces just didn’t seem important for a while.  But time heals as they say, my brother’s children are getting on with life brilliantly and several kind folks have asked me to get back on the ranting horse. So here I am back in the saddle with some fantastic news for a change….

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Closure

So yesterday we finally got to say goodbye to my youngest brother Mark. It’s been a long wait but he was laid to rest not so far from my  mum and sister. And despite a couple of glitches it was a lovely service and committal. I was especially proud to see so many people turn up for the service and to talk to so many folk who knew him and just loved his kind gentle character. It was great to catch up with so many old friends and family, some of whom I haven’t seen in absolute years. Several family members had travelled half the length of the country (and I mean Britain) to say goodbye to the most decent chap I’ve ever known. But on a day which started out thoroughly miserable but brightened up beautifully for the interment, my fondest memory will be of my father Bob who delivered a stunning few closing words at the service. He chided those of us who had criticised Mark over the years for his ‘softness’ by declaring his utter pride for a son who had demonstrated nothing but goodness and selflessness to all throughout his life. He wanted nothing more than to be in that bloody heavy coffin rather than his beautiful boy. Poor Bob. We all felt wretched at losing a brother but heaven knows how he must have felt yesterday and these last few weeks. I can’t imagine his hurt and never want to experience it.

But life moves on. His kids were sad, of course, but full of life and his grandson, who we saw for the first time, was just beautiful. And you could see Mark’s lovely features in him. Here’s one of the shots of Mark selected for the service sheet. He was around 2 years old at the time and I must have been about 9 and my younger brother Dave around 5/6. I remember the day the photographer came round like it was yesterday and he must have taken 100 pictures of us. But this was the one and only shot that everyone remembers…

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‘Bye Mark. Love you bro.

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Cruel world

Last week in August we headed down to Italy for a week’s break to get some hard work done on the house before the winter. Regular readers will know there’s usually a bloody drama with our visits but this time there was no sense of looking back afterwards and smiling wistfully.

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Memories

Now you know you’re getting old when your children hit middle age, right? Well tomorrow we’re having a party for our lovely, beautiful, eldest daughter Rebecca who had her 40th birthday earlier this week. It’s a cliche but it really does seem like yesterday when we were waiting to take her home from the hospital after her birth. Where do the years go eh? I’ll stop with the well-worn phrases now.

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Yes Noah

It’s been an interesting last few days for my family. My lovely daughter E started her new course at Oxford University as a mature student which made us all very proud. On Thursday my super grandson G had to have some important tests on a little condition he’s developed. Whilst concerning, the outcome was reassuringly very manageable, which was a huge relief. Then I had my 6 month review with my lovely oncologist which despite some recent niggles (see later posting!) went very well and, thankfully, I got another 6 month pass.

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