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	<title>Coconut Joan</title>
	<link>http://www.joanko.net</link>
	<description>No compunctions about eating dessert first</description>
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		<title>Foundation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Back in Australia, I enjoyed three weeks of sunshine and beach. Only when I came back to London did I realise how quickly I had tanned. Once I had put on my foundation for my first day at work, I looked in the mirror to see a white face attached to a brown neck!
Just kidding, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2010/02/foundation</link>
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		<title>I just called to say</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I came home with something on my mind to ask Damjan. Picking up the phone, I dialled the familiar sequence of numbers and waited.
Beep beep&#8230; beep beep&#8230; beep beep&#8230;
&#8216;I hope Damjan&#8217;s home,&#8217; I thought. &#8216;He should be back by now.&#8217;
Suddenly, a girl picked up the phone.
&#8216;Hello, this is Joan&#8217;s voicemail. If you leave a message&#8230;&#8217;
Wha-?!
Oh&#8230; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2010/02/i-just-called-to-say</link>
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		<title>Too much information</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I haven&#8217;t been paid by Specsavers to advertise for them. However, it is relevant to this post to say that I am delighted that I was able to get two new pairs of glasses for £69 (AUD122).
The one good thing about the simultaneous crash in the British Pound and the rise of the Australia Dollar [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2010/02/too-much-information</link>
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		<title>Pow! Pow!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last weekend, I went to Dublin with Damjan and a friendly group of volleyball players.
After all the formalities of the volleyball were done, we went out on the town to celebrate. I had a bit of Guinness, a bit of Baileys. In short, it was a good time.
It was 1&#160;AM and we were walking back [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2010/02/pow-pow</link>
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		<title>Smash</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I heard a skid, then a loud thud, angry car horns, and three different sirens.
There is a big smash at the intersection near my flat.
Now there is an ambulance and a crumpled red car parked on our curb. It is flashing blue into my bedroom window as I am trying to sleep.
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		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2010/01/smash</link>
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		<title>Stumped</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few days ago, I cut my left index finger with the back of a knife. How this happened, I do not know. The back of a knife isn&#8217;t meant to be sharp. Two blades for the price of one &#8212; bonus!
The finger is healing nicely. It&#8217;s at that itchy stage, which signals that the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2009/12/stumped</link>
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		<title>Torture</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today, I discovered a new way to torture myself.
It&#8217;s snowing here in London and I was very good. Straight after work, I stomped through the slush to get to the gym.
Then I spent 45 minutes on the elliptical trainer&#8230; watching Nigella&#8217;s Christmas Kitchen. Did my stomach growl and growl! Oh, the pavlova!
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		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2009/12/torture</link>
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		<title>Bake off!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At work, they announced a baking competition. There would be four categories: cakes; biscuits; Christmas; and savoury. Home made baked goodies would be displayed and people would pay for those most enticing. All proceeds to charity, of course.
I am not a competitive person but as soon as I read the announcement email, a fire was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2009/12/bake-off</link>
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		<title>Marazion and the Mount</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On the last day of our seaside &#8216;mini-break&#8217;, we visited the town of Marazion for fish and chips.

Marazion has something that I consider rare in the UK: a real sandy beach.

These kids were riding on a stream that emptied in the ocean. I was bit concerned. There was a distinct smell of sewage about that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2009/12/marazion-and-the-mount</link>
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		<title>Winter food</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Baked potato, an hour in the oven.
Salt.
Pepper.
Butter.
Cheese.
Nando&#8217;s Hot Peri Peri Sauce.
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		<link>http://www.joanko.net/2009/12/winter-food</link>
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