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I started posting to jtns on 20 February 2010 with just one word, 'Mosaic'. This seemed an appropriate introduction to a blog that would juxtapose fragments of memoir and life-writing. Since 1996, I'd been coming to terms with the consequences of emotional and economic abuse that had begun in childhood, and which, amongst other things, had sought to stifle self-expression. While I'd explored some aspects of my life through fiction and, to a lesser extent, journalism, it was only in 2010 that I felt confident enough to write openly about myself. I believed this was an important part of the healing process. Yet within weeks, the final scenes of my family's fifty-year nightmare started to play themselves out and the purpose of the blog became one of survival through writing. Although some posts are about my family's suffering - most explicitly, Life-Writing Talk, with Reference to Trust: A family story - the majority are about happier subjects (including, Bampton in rural west Oxfordshire, where I live, Oxford, where I work, the seasons and the countryside, walking and cycling) and I hope that these, together with their accompanying photos, are enjoyable and positive. Note: In February 2020, on jtns' tenth birthday, I stopped posting to this blog. It is now a contained work of life-writing about ten years of my life. Frank, 21 February 2020.

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Sunday, 26 June 2011

cara spuds and mange tout peas

Into Oxford early for MSt tutes. Very rewarding.

Then back home to do some gardening.

I had a coffee at Caffe Nero before the tutes--all my usual coffee places being shut at around 8 am on a Sunday. And very nice CN was too. Delicious coffee and a great ambience.

Oxford was so quiet at that time.

It was also quite cool. I was not prepared for the wall of heat that hit me when I left Rewley House after my second tute.

Back home, I mowed the lawn then watered the allotment, before lifting our first potatoes. Two roots of Cara. Smallish spuds but a better size, and more numerous, than I was expecting.

Jess harvested her first mange touts in the garden at the cottage too.

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