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I am Jeremy Deedes. I am a life coach. I work with you to master your life by mastering your money.

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Total Business Transformation was a very special time and place. It stands out as the most memorable of all my personal development events.

Days Like These…

Nabakov describes a series of wonderful events punctuated by mishaps as 'broken bridges'. This morning was more like river in spate with two stepping stones remaining.

Their Finest

Their Finest is a deeply moving, beautiful, funny film based on Lissa Evans' book Their Finest Hour and a Half. Its a classic Hero’s Journey.

Spring!

Spring at last and even the dog appreciates it - no more irritating jackets when we go walking

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£10,000? Politicians just don’t listen

All May is doing from her London eyrie is creating division and conflict in this Northern outpost of her kingdom rather than coming up here, listening to her voters and putting in the hard work of trying to resolve our whole energy question in a calm, considered way that unifies, rather than divides.

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A different look at Lourdes

I was picked up for talking about ‘working’ in Lourdes. We don’t ‘work’, we ‘serve’. Far from being pedantic, this very quickly struck me as absolutely right and reflects the trend to put service to others at the forefront of our values.

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