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So here I was, enjoying my cup of coffee, being at home with a cold and thinking well now I have nothing special to do except rest and maybe read a book when suddenly the work phone rang, one of my suppliers, asking me where am I? And then it did hit me, I did promise to be in a conf call despite my sickness. So after 4 hours of working I realised that no plan works that well! Life :)
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2:55 PM
Hope u having good time.
Life is not a map. You can create the map, but there will always be areas in life that don't follow the course.
Precious Monsters
@Izdiher - yes, this was just an event from a couple of weeks ago :)
@Jolie - that is true, and sometimes you should be grateful just for one direction!
@Rick - would you be rich? :)
@Luan - all OK now ;) thanks for caring!
Hope that you are now better Claudia.
I thought that you were away
did I read that you were going travelling
and would be away for 3 weeks
or am I dreaming it?
@Fiona - not dreaming, having posts planned ahead :) and I always have stories to tell right?
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