Mark Laker
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The NATO Gatekeepers, Floor Prep, and French Tears
I am utterly fed up with this cold dominating my existence. Am I making a mountain out of a molehill? Quite possibly. But after watching me survive a particularly violent coughing fit this morning, Karen was practically packing my bags… Continue reading
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Raves, Rubbish, and Room to Breathe: The Week at The Caravan Chronicles
Good morning, and happy Monday! I hope your week is off to a gentle start. If you are sitting down with your first brew of the day looking for a welcome distraction from the Monday morning email onslaught, you have… Continue reading
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Showrooms, Surrender, and Solid Worktops
I was absolutely certain the cold was packing its bags yesterday. Today, it decided to launch a counter-offensive. Fortunately, I was prepared. Armed to the teeth with tissues, paracetamol, fluids, and every over-the-counter remedy known to modern science, we braved… Continue reading
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Football, and The Phantom Menace
I found the ultimate cure to stop me waking up at 3 AM: watch England play football until 1 AM. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed watching the World Cup matches this year. Well, I say “enjoyed”, but it’s actually a volatile cocktail… Continue reading
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💨 The Secret Weapon, 3 AM Showrooms, and Curry Cures
Both of us found ourselves wide awake at 3 AM this morning. I was in my usual state of coughing and sneezing, while Karen simply couldn’t sleep. It crossed my mind that perhaps she isn’t Patient Zero after all, and… Continue reading
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🚗 Coffee Shops, Cooling Fans, and Closed Chapters
Day four of the cold from hell started once again in the pitch-black, early hours of the morning—me pacing around drinking cold remedies while the rest of Pewsey slept peacefully. My colds usually follow a highly predictable cycle: a tickly… Continue reading
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🚂 Midnight Freight and Minor Miracles
Counting satellites was abruptly replaced by counting trains last night. I was genuinely amazed by just how many freight trains rumble through the valley at 2 AM. This geographical revelation only came to light because I was wide awake, struggling… Continue reading
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🛰️ Satellite Counting and the Tin Furnace
As I lay in bed wide awake at 3 AM—struggling to breathe, coughing, and spluttering—I found myself wondering how on earth I manage to pick up quite so many colds. This particular one is a right stinker. With sleep out… Continue reading
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🚛 Scary Bin Day and the Biological Heatwave
I thought an early morning walk with the dogs on “Scary Bin Day” was a stroke of tactical genius. The goal was to ensure Moog completely missed the recycling lorry—the mere sight of which frightens him so intensely that he… Continue reading
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⚽ Midnight Matches, Media Heatwaves, and Missing MOTs
As much as I would have liked to see England take on Mexico in the World Cup, staying up until 1 AM just wasn’t on the cards. I struggle to keep my eyes open past 9 PM most nights as… Continue reading
Forwards and occasionally sidewards - everyday musings of life 