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      <title>Thankful Thursdays #18</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Thankful for:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Fridays&lt;/strong&gt; and the chance to focus on some of the more proactive/strategic components of my role at work&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversations with my Uncle F&lt;/strong&gt;: Even though I moan about his &amp;lsquo;interference&amp;rsquo; at times, the one thing I cannot argue with is he&amp;rsquo;s walked the self same paths I&amp;rsquo;m currently walking, and he does have a good head and good intentions.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Improved work relationships:&lt;/strong&gt; Our shared office space has been seeing a lot more laughter lately. Even though some of it is banter I&amp;rsquo;m having to lap up, I have to say I&amp;rsquo;m thoroughly enjoying myself this year from the looks of things.&lt;/li&gt;
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      <title>Wedding bells...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I wake up to the insistent whine of my cell phone. I try to let it ring, hoping that whoever it is will leave a voice mail but when the call ends there is only a respite of a couple of minutes before the next call comes in. I drag myself to my desk and pick up the phone on the third ring, it is my mother.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Oohjay how are you,&lt;/em&gt; she asks.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Marriage Matters..</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I am checking my emails when a LinkedIn notification comes in. Over the past few months, LinkedIn has morphed into a Facebook for professionals - never more so than in its ability, and willingness, to dreg emails and address books for connections to suggest. This particular suggestion is for a connection to a friend of my father&amp;rsquo;s from back in the day when he was a struggling academic, labouring under the especially onerous conditions of the Abacha era.  I add him, and after a few minutes he accepts. He emails me, asking me where and how I am, how my parents are, and then adds  the marriage question..&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Father Issues...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;On the 4th ring, someone answers the phone. The voice is distant, seemingly attenuated by all the miles of cabling and ether between me and the recipient. There is a certain sleepy quality to the voice too, as though I have woken them up from the depths of an afternoon nap. Its late afternoon in that part of the world, that time of day when the oppressive heat and the lack of activity on a Sunday afternoon combine to lull one into a dreamy haze.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Back... again..</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;At the insistence of some sections of the family, I was dragged away to London for the weekend&amp;hellip; No complaints though because it included home cooked meals, no internet (sad but good - Twitter on my BB tried to fill the void) and some &amp;rsquo;transport&amp;rsquo;  money - critical for a bloke on a (self imposed) student budget. Plus I got the opportunity to bond with my niece whom I had never seen (bad &amp;lsquo;uncle&amp;rsquo; abi?).&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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