<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Anklecuffs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/anklecuffs/</link><description>Recent content in Anklecuffs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/anklecuffs/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Gift</title><link>/stories/2014/04/07/the-gift/</link><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/07/the-gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It is that time of year again, you know the time of year when one is supposed to think of others and give of themselves all in the name of Christmas? Well, that is all fine and dandy but being an adult now, gifting is a little different. Too many choices, too many options, always trying to find that one thing that separates you from the others, especially in a work environment as a secret Santa.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Week At Home</title><link>/stories/2005/08/26/the-week-at-home/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/08/26/the-week-at-home/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Don had to go to Hong Kong to see a client, so
early that morning I had driven him to the airport to catch his plane.
As so often happens there was a delay and we had to hang about the terminal
until after lunch. As a result it was the middle of the afternoon before
I got home. I still had the bed to make, house to tidy, the ironing
to do and generally to get organised for starting another week’s work in
the morning. Oh how I hate Mondays!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>