Taylors Version
A month after buying the record player, I finally got to a record store today. While my other half and youngest daughter perused clothing and book stores, I ...
Posts from 2023
Reflections
Tomorrow is almost New Year’s Eve. Almost the end of another year. I feel like I should write something about this year, but the words really aren’t there. T...
The day after Boxing Day
We’re heading out of the door in an hour to the yearly “Christmas surprise”, organised by my other half - only it’s not so much of a surprise any more after ...
Christmas Eve
The clock is ticking towards 11pm on Christmas Eve. It feels weird this year. Christmas is changing. I guess all families go through this - as your children ...
I bet Darth Vader doesnt do chores
That’s it. No more work until the new year. A few days to relax into the holidays now - to slow down (har har). There is a chore mountain ahead of us - and o...
The motherlode
Unlike many people I worked straight through the pandemic. I wasn’t furloughed, but I did reduce to a shorter working week for a while - keeping myself busy ...
Not knowing
Tonight you find me sitting in the darkness of the bedroom, emptying my head into the keyboard on my lap while my other half watches “Van der Valk” in the lo...
Trying to do too much
I finally fell into bed at 2am last night - and then watched a TV show on my laptop until nearly 3am. Perhaps this “trying to fit too much into each day” lar...
Change change change
If you receive my blog via the wonders of email, you’ll have no idea of the seismic changes that have taken place in recent hours.
Exiting the Holland Tunnel
The clock ticked past midnight half an hour ago.
The internet got ruined by the arrival of everybody
The clock ticked past midnight half an hour ago. I’m not so much playing the “stay up late to avoid the arrival of tomorrow” game, as much as “trying to fit ...
I know how to live
It’s Saturday evening, and you find me sitting in the dark of the study (read: junk room) at home in front of a blinking cursor. I just remembered we had som...
Crossing the Streams
In a moment of madness this evening I crossed the blogging streams in a manner that Peter Venkman would have been proud. My personal blog has re-surfaced on ...
Crossing the Streams
In a moment of madness this evening I crossed the blogging streams in a manner that Peter Venkman would have been proud. My personal blog has re-surfaced on ...
The Christmas Party and a Sea of Santas
It’s been a few days again, hasn’t it. I’m not entirely sure where to start.
Too Much Work and Not Enough Play
Here we are again.
The One Where I Started Running Again
After completing the somewhat idiotic running challenge in September, given that my body was falling to bits on me in pretty short order (the last run of the...
Forgettable Nonsense
It’s been five days since I last wrote in the blog. I have nothing to report. I sometimes wonder why I still write. Writers are supposed to be enamoured with...
Heres to the Crazy Ones
A collection of incendiary thoughts have been ticking away at the back of my mind like an unexploded bomb for the last few weeks. Rather than let them sit th...
Going nowhere fast
I’m not entirely sure where the weekend has gone. I had plans to touch base with friends, to go for a run, to buy some music - to do so many things. I did no...
Back to the routine
We returned home from the Lake District on Wednesday. Six hours, a stop for a cup of tea, and nervously watching the fuel tick down for the last hundred mile...
A morning in the hills
While the sun fought to break through the clouds this morning we pulled our walking clothes on, threw the boots and coats in the back of the car, and set off...
Unexpected Sunshine
We left Braithwaite in unexpected sunshine this morning, and set off on the gentle climb along Stile End and Outerside, towards the disused mine at Coledale.
Wednesday
The last few days have been ever-so-slightly stressful - or rather, our youngest daughter has been learning the hard way about just how manipulative, nasty, ...
Why are people so terrible
We went to our wonderful new local cinema this evening to watch Beetlejuice (they show a throw-back movie each week). While watching the movie, I couldn’t he...
Bang Bang Cauliflower
We went out for a drink and something to eat with friends last night. Not really “out out” - just ten-pin-bowling, and Wagamama (a noodle bar, if they don’t ...
Making it up as we go along
Isn’t it funny how you look forward to the weekend, and yet when it arrives you can see it, you know it’s there, but somehow it remains just out of reach. Be...
Dreams Dogs and Operations
The rain began falling before I woke this morning, and continued throughout the day. A steady stream of water from a dark grey sky, turning puddles into lake...
Trains Glasses and Blogging
After going to bed at midnight last night, I woke at 3am, then 4am this morning, and turned thoughts over in my head until the alarm went off at 5am. An hour...
A Walk to the Beach
A few minutes after my mobile woke me this morning there was a knock on the bedroom door, and my Dad shouted “time to get up”. I squinted at the clock, and w...
South West
A few minutes after finding a seat on a train at the local railway station this morning a lady walked through the train checking tickets. She took my ticket ...
Tickets Booked
A couple of months ago I was talking to my other half about how we might use the mountain of holiday I had accrued at work, and she suggested I visit my pare...
Sausage Rolls and Cappuccino
Friday morning finds me sitting in the middle of a busy cafe - the one my middle daughter works at. She’s not here today - I finally got around to visiting o...
Stop the World
The clock is ticking relentlessly towards midnight, and you find me sitting in the dark of the junk room once more, bathed in the light of several desk lamps...
The In-Between
How on earth has October arrived already? Everything about the world feels strange at the moment - disconnected - broken - stumbling in a haphazard manner fr...
100 Kilometres
I did it!! After a month of running almost every morning (even while on holiday), and then navigating a household wading through the latest covid spike, I ma...
Covid Running and Music
It’s been a few days since I last wrote in the blog. I’m not sure I really have much to share, but I’ll start writing and see what happens. How does the old ...
Tenerife
Early in the hours of last Saturday morning we loaded bags into a waiting car and were transported to the airport. After spending several hours crammed in a ...
Untitled
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
Non Player Characters
I’m starting to think a long-standing joke among my family may have some truth to it. The route into town on foot crosses several road junctions - and while ...
Sunshine on a Rainy Day
A message from an old friend appeared in my phone this morning. I was walking to the corner shop to buy bread when it arrived - the gentle vibration causing ...
Against my better judgement
I’m giving Wordpress another chance. I immediately noticed while catching up on recent posts in the “Reader” interface that the “like” button worked perhaps ...
Fifty Kilometres
I finally made it to fifty kilometres this morning in my month-long journey towards running one hundred kilometres to raise funds for Great Ormond Street Hos...
Forty Kilometres
I made it to forty kilometres this morning. It hasn’t been without cost - my body is slowly falling to pieces around me. With no recovery days in-between, ea...
New Beginnings
I ran again this morning. The sixth “5K” in a row. Thirty kilometres down. Seventy to go. This morning was pretty tough. Every morning seems to be tough at t...
Twenty Kilometres
After scraping myself out of bed at 7am this morning, I made it through another five kilometres before starting the working day. I’ve run twenty kilometres i...
Holding on to the good
I start the ridiculous charity running escapade on Friday. I’m hoping to run 5km every day for a few days to “get ahead” - knowing that we will be flying out...
A Fragment of a Dream
A few days ago it occurred to me that I hadn’t been sick for quite some time. Of course I was tempting fate. I woke up yesterday with a completely blocked no...
A Wedding to Remember
We travelled across the country on Friday morning, booked into a hotel, and joined some friends for their wedding a little later in the day.
Raising Money for Great Ormond Street childrens hospital throughout September
Since doing the “Couch to 5K” in recent months, various charities have reached out to see if I might join them in their various fund-raising efforts. I final...
Retro
It’s funny how one thing leads to another. I wrote a few days ago about the discovery of an “emulator” that turns your computer into it’s great, great grandf...
Five Minutes to Midnight
No, this post isn’t about the domesday clock or the impending end of the world. The clock is quite literally ticking towards midnight. When I wrote the title...
Sliding Doors
I’ve had a thought tumbling around my head for the last few days. I’m not quite sure how to put it into words. Perhaps if I just start writing, the words mig...
What tomorrow may bring
The clock ticked past midnight a few minutes ago. Everybody else has gone to bed. I’m sitting here in the dark, turning thoughts over in my head.
After Midnight
The clock ticked past midnight a few minutes ago. Everybody else has gone to bed. I’m sitting here in the dark, turning thoughts over in my head.
Is Wordpress Broken
I’m contemplating ditching Wordpress. A fundamental given of any web platform is that anything a visitor can interact with should perform the expected action.
Here we are again
I’m not entirely sure what Wordpress are up to, but they have badly broken the session programming behind their wonderfully dysfunctional platform once again...
Chocolate always helps
After noodling around with the internet for much of the morning, I looked out at the sky, saw that it was cloudy, and thought “if not now, when?”. I have a f...
The world and its dog
The clock ticked past midnight half an hour ago. I’m not entirely sure where Saturday went. After going out for breakfast this morning, I returned home, half...
Tuesday
For some reason I woke up at 6am this morning. I’m not entirely sure how or why. I then fell asleep until the Amazon Echo filled the bedroom with commercial ...
A Day in the Life
For some reason I woke up at 6am this morning. I’m not entirely sure how or why. I then fell asleep until the Amazon Echo filled the bedroom with commercial ...
Somewhere in the middle
It’s been a pretty quiet day. While the rain fell outside my other half holed up in the lounge doing a jigsaw, and I noodled around with this and that on the...
Unexpected Friendships
Some time ago I wrote about the curious paradox of feeling loneliness when surrounded by others. I wonder if it’s to do with fitting in - or rather, not fitt...
Unexpected Friendships
Some time ago I wrote about the curious paradox of feeling loneliness when surrounded by others. I wonder if it’s to do with fitting in - or rather, not fitt...
Something of a Spectacle
I walked to the optician yesterday lunchtime and picked up my glasses. I thought it might be interesting to record my initial experiences before I forget wha...
Smiles Not Tears
One day after another. Rinse and repeat.
Strange Dreams and Jam Doughnuts
I had the strangest dream last night. I only remember the last few moments. I was at some kind of conference with work, and had made friends with a couple of...
Magic the Gathering
I sat down with my daughters after clearing up the dinner things and set about learning to play “Magic the Gathering” with them. If you’ve never heard of it,...
Cafe Society
After working on programming all morning, I’ve upped sticks and moved to a nearby cafe for the afternoon. Rather than amuse myself in the junk room at home, ...
Youre going to need glasses
I walked into town yesterday at lunchtime and visited the opticians for an eye test. It’s been about five years since I last had my eyes tested, and I had sl...
Indiana
We went to the cinema last night and watched the latest and final Indiana Jones movie. I don’t quite understand why the critics have given it such a mauling ...
Midnight
I’m sitting in the dark of the living room on my own, with the clock ticking towards midnight. My other half is on her way back from a music concert - she we...
Threads
Meta - the owners of Facebook - released “Threads” this morning - a mobile app very similar to Twitter, but perhaps crucially not run by a self-destructive n...
Five Kilometres
I ran at lunchtime today. “Officially” I’m on week 7 of “Couch to 5K”. Unofficially, I thought “f*ck it”, and ran 5K. I went slowly. It hasn’t escaped me tha...
Can you come and pick me up
After spending the last several months either holed up in the study at home, or occasionally venturing to a nearby cafe, I boarded a train this morning and h...
Peace and Quiet
It’s early on Saturday afternoon, and the house is curiously quiet. Everybody else left a few minutes ago - heading out to watch England Ladies play against ...
Tears in the dark
I was going to do so many things this evening. So many things.
Running Movies and Marilyn
Another day. Another run. The only window I had to go running today was at lunchtime, which also coincided with the sun coming out. Perhaps the universe is t...
Parties Friends and Pianos
The clock just ticked past 10am. I’ve been up for a couple of hours. I’m still the only one up. Pottering around the house - tidying up, putting things away,...
Tiredness Abounds
You find me sitting in the dark of the bedroom on my own again - with the Chromebook balanced on my lap, the windows wide open, and the sound of traffic in t...
The Birds Know
I just got back from giving a friend’s dog his dinner, and taking him for a walk around the green outside our houses. He rewarded me by doing the biggest dum...
Constellations
Many years ago, when I started writing a blog on the internet, the “blogosphere” was filled with larger than life characters, breathless stories, and exubera...
Powered by Idiocy
I was supposed to go running the day before yesterday, but the weather had other ideas - turning the heat up to 11. We (the British) are famously a bit rubbi...
A Night Off
After running every other day for the last several weeks, and working out last night too (I’m still sore now), I’m having a night off tonight. I suppose it s...
Conversations with the Sandman
Monday became Tuesday nearly an hour ago. I’m still counting it as Monday, while I sit in bed with the laptop perched on my lap. It’s hotter than hell up her...
Little by Little
I woke up at 5am this morning. I fell out of a dream where I was worrying about running a software development course at a far flung location - but for some ...
Running and Escaping
I finally went for a run after work yesterday evening. My daughter - full of optimism and enthusiasm in the morning - returned from school claiming hayfever,...
Saying Without Saying
My personal blog has been using the same “theme” for the past several years. A minimalist stream of posts with no distractions, gadgets, widgets, or whatever...
Something for me
I worked from a nearby cafe this morning with a colleague. It’s funny really - so many people seem to aspire to work from cafes or coffee shops, but really i...
Running Fires and Friendships
The first time I woke up this morning I quite confidently looked across at the bedside clock, knowing that I had overslept, and that there would be no way I ...
While making other plans
While sitting in the dark of the junk room decompressing, John Lennon’s words come to mind - “life is what happens while you’re making other plans”. Somehow ...
Keep on Running
I overslept this morning. I had planned to get up at 7am and get a run in before work. Instead I snuck out at lunchtime and got it done. The funny thing? It’...
Unfit for Purpose
I went for a run yesterday - for the first time in six months. This will be the umpteenth time I have set out on the “Couch to 5K” programme - to get myself ...
Yesterday Didnt Happen
Yesterday didn’t happen. A few drinks with good friends the night before somehow turned into a take-away meal, many more drinks, and the sharing of stories u...
The dilemma of knowing
We went out today.
Weekend Stories
Here we go again.
Casting a Beautiful Net
Many moons ago I watched a television series called “The OA”. Without ruining it any more than I might (it’s a wonderful series, and you should definitely bi...
The serendipity of it all
After setting aside lunchtime to write a blog post, I’ve spent the last half an hour doing anything and everything except write a blog post. This is pretty t...
After Midnight
Returning to Wordpress and resurrecting my old domain name feels like pulling on a set of comfortable old clothes. It’s very strange.
If you cant beat them
After a year wandering through the internet wilderness, I’ve returned to Wordpress, paid for an account, sat down heavily in the corner, and let out a huge s...
The one where Tumblr deactivated my account
For the last year or so I’ve been following the idea that it’s better to take your writing to potential readers, rather than try to bring them to your writin...
Choose Your Own Adventure
Itas 1:30am and Iave been the last person awake in the house for over an hour. Iam turning something over and over in my head. Not something I can share. Jus...
Struggle Escape and Marilyn
Somehow the entire evening has vanished from beneath me. I’m not quite sure how that happens.
Choose your own Adventure
It’s 1:30am and I’ve been the last person awake in the house for over an hour. I’m turning something over and over in my head. Not something I can share. Jus...
Making Memories and Averting Disasters
We went to Wembley Stadium this weekend to watch the Womenas FA Cup Final - between Chelsea and Manchester United. Thankfully our youngest daughteras team wo...
The Early Hours
The clock ticked past midnight over an hour ago. I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room on my own - the rest of the house fell into silence some time ago a...
Waiting
I can’t tell you where I am this morning. Let’s just say “a waiting room”. Waiting for my eldest daughter. I’ve written off work for the morning to sit here,...
Walled Gardens and Bullet Journals
A message from a friend struck home today - encouraging me to stop trying so damn hard. To stop trying to spin so many plates all the time. To stop trying to...
A History of Mediocrity
While sorting through old photo albums at the weekend, a big red album titled “This is Your Life” was re-discovered. My other half compiled it for my 30th bi...
Nights Out and Coronations
It’s early on Sunday evening, and I just sat down in the junk room with a glass of wine. Somehow several days have passed since the last post - not sure how....
Taking a sanity break
I planned to write a blog post yesterday. I don’t know why I plan anything any more - suffice to say, the blog post didn’t happen.
A bookshop a café and an unexpected night out with friends
I took the day off yesterday, and invested some time in our eldest daughter - who hasn’t had the best time in recent weeks and months. We wandered into town ...
Burning the Candle
We’re heading towards the final half-hour of the working day, and I’m not entirely sure how I’m staying awake. After going “out out” last night - on a work n...
the wit of the staircase
I’m not doing so well at the “almost daily” part of this blogging lark any more. “Every few days” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as “almost daily”. F...
friday night
Its Friday night - or rather, Saturday morning now - and you find me perched in bed with a fire tablet propped on my legs. My feet are not gripping the bed s...
before the robot overlords arrive
Apparently the army of corporate professionals (read: marketers) that use LinkedIn as their personal playground to spam each other with advertorial and inspi...
writing smiles and bravery
Writing
the day after the night before
Itas always interesting - the day after a party - piecing together the memories of the night before. The laughter, the stories, the friends, the music, and t...
a bit of dolly
Our youngest daughter turned 18 today. How did that happen? How did the little girl who couldn’t walk so well and couldn’t talk so well get to be a grown up?...
coffee oclock
While busy minding my own business yesterday evening, an email arrived in my in-box notifying me that “Substack Notes” had been unleashed on the world. I had...
strange dreams
I had a dream last night that has been rattling around my head all day. When I woke, it took a few moments to gather my thoughts - to re-construct the real f...
who knows
I used to write almost every day. Iam not quite sure what happened. Perhaps life happened. Itas a funny thing a life a isnat it. John Lennon is famously supp...
The Coffee Shop Intervention Requirement
Several days have slipped past since I wrote anything of consequence. Once again I find myself sitting in the dark of the junk room, propped in front of the ...
it never ends
After a long and somewhat idiotic search over the last several years, I appear to have found a half-decent text editor for writing purposes that doesn’t anno...
Explaining my Recent Absence
The clock is ticking towards midnight once more. You find me sitting in the dark of the junk room once more. Perhaps I should stop calling it the ajunk rooma...
Half Past My Bedtime
Somehow itas almost 1am on Friday night (or should that be Saturday morning?). Where does the time go? Iam struggling to cast my mind back over the last few ...
awkward
I just wrote a somewhat awkward agoodbyea message over at Substack, where I had been experimenting with writing personal blog posts for the last several mont...
the long journey home
Itas Monday afternoon and you find me on the train a sitting at Plymouth station, in the south west of England. Weall be leaving in a few minutes a heading t...
sunday in cornwall
If youave not been reading in recent days, Iam in the south-west of England at the moment a visiting my parents for a long weekend.
the journey to the south west
It’s been a bit of a day.
Life and Death
We watched the movie “Living” last night - the one that Bill Nighy was nominated at the Oscars for. Of course I say “we” - within half an hour the audience h...
Busy Plans
While sitting at the dinner table this evening our youngest daughter came up with best excuse I’ve ever heard for why she couldn’t help her sisters with some...
Raining on Saturday Morning
Rain has been falling all morning. A steady stream of relentless rain. The kind of rain that slowly washes everything away without anybody noticing.
Wishes Hopes and Dreams
Somehow we ‘re all in bed several hours earlier than usual. Everybody else is sound asleep. I ‘m sitting in bed, laptop propped on my lap, tapping quietly aw...
Blackbird
The clock just ticked past 9am on Sunday morning, and I ‘m sitting in the “study” (junk room) admiring my own handiwork. There have always been two desks in...
Poetry on a rainy day
We very nearly had some snow yesterday afternoon. A few flakes fell from the sky, and immediately polarised everybody that noticed - filling them with glee o...
Half Past My Bedtime
Just a few words, given that I haven’t posted since returning from Amsterdam.
Home again
We got home late last night. The train journey home seemed to go on forever, and then the car we had booked to meet us at the station got stuck in traffic. S...
Out Out
For our final night in Amsterdam we headed first for a meal at small restaurant on the banks of the Amstel river, and then on towards the Rembrandt area, whe...
The Koninklijk Paleis
After yesterday’s epic treck around Amsterdam, we slowed down a little, and only booked one destination for the day - the Koninklijk Paleis - the Royal Palac...
Anne Franks Diary
After scraping ourselves out of bed this morning we wandered down to the hotel bar, which had been transformed into a cosmopolitan cafe filled with coffee, c...
First Day in Amsterdam
A car quietly arrived outside our house at 5:30am this morning. We quietly gathered our bags and tip-toed out to meet the driver - worrying over everything t...
A few days away
In a few days time, I will celebrate the completion of fifty laps of the sun. In order to celebrate the continued successful landing of one foot in front of ...
Carrots and Peas
Isn’t it funny how we look forward to the arrival of the weekend, but then spend most of the weekend watching it vanish before our eyes? The clock just ticke...
And exhale
You know the vague blog post I wrote late last night about magicians pulling rhinocerouses from hats? Not happening. Apparently the universe was playing a bi...
Unexpected Idiocy
Today was interesting, in the way that a magician pulling a rhinoceros from a hat instead of a rabbit might be interesting - not least if the magician had be...
One day at a time
At the moment life seems to primarily cosist of a concerted effort to reach tomorrow. I’m sure that’s a colossal generalisation, and will no doubt attract co...
Oversleeping
I overslept this morning - if you can count dragging yourself out of bed at 9:30am on a Sunday morning oversleeping. I also had the strangest dream I’ve had ...
Never Say Never
Towards the end of last year I retreated somewhat from the wider social internet - untangling myself from the likes of Twitter, Tumblr, Wordpress, and Instag...
A Day Off
I’m almost giddy with excitement. I have the day off work. I never take days off. We’ll ignore that it’s already 11am, that I got up three hours ago, and all...
Its that day again
I snuck out to the shops yesterday afternoon and bought a card and some posh chocolates - as convention dictates - such that my other half might have somethi...
Hello midnight old friend
So here we are again. Half an hour ago Sunday became Monday. I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room with the remains of a cup of coffee, with the sound of ...
Memories of Madonna
The clock is ticking towards midnight, and you find me sitting on the sofa in the lounge, listening and half-watching music videos on the television. Madonna...
How is it Friday already
Where has this week gone? I’m pretty sure the last time I looked it was still Monday afternoon - and now somehow Friday has lurched into view. Of course righ...
Escapology
The clock is ticking relentlessly towards 1am. I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room, writing something rather than nothing after missing several days in ...
Half past midnight
The weekend has almost gone. The clock ticked past midnight some time ago. The clothes dryer is still running in the kitchen. The dishwasher finished a few m...
Walking at Midnight
Walking into town to meet my daughter after her shift finishes at the pub has become an unexpectedly wonderful part of the day. There’s something about empty...
Relentless
This week has been utterly relentless so far. No one thing has stood out - each day has just felt like an endless train of one thing after another. It doesn’...
It begins with hello
I need to stop burning the candle at both ends. I think perhaps the key might be learning to say “no” more often. I find it really difficult though - saying ...
When the walls fall
It’s been a strange sort of day. After an hour clearing the chaos caused by the rest of the family making breakfast, lunches and hot drinks, I settled into a...
Five Minutes to Midnight
The Universe seems to be playing games with me at the moment. You know those (completely unrealistic) ideas I had about making time to write early in the mor...
A Slippery Slope
I have just installed the free trial of Scrivener. I’m using it to write this. I don’t know how long I’m allowed to use it for before I have to pay for it. L...
Lifes too short
For the last several days I’ve been turning the idea over and over in my head about buying a copy of Scrivener. If you’ve never heard of it, it’s a word proc...
Forgetting to Live
I’m watching the clock. Watching and waiting. Waiting for my phone to vibrate, and my daughter’s voice to ask when I’m picking her up. She works in a pub in ...
Marmalade on Toast
I didn’t used to eat breakfast. Back when I cycled to work I would scrape myself out of bed each morning, have a shower, wrap up warm, down a hastily made co...
You should write a novel
I went out for a walk in the woods with a good friend at the weekend - a much needed escape from “normal” for an hour - accompanying her dog as he wandered t...
A Walk in the Woods
After clearing the washing up, filling the washing machine for the second time, and preparing to walk into town to buy groceries this morning, my phone vibra...
Midnight
While lying low for the last few days, fighting off a virus that seems to have been rampaging around anybody and everybody, I’ve come to appreciate those tha...
Out of the loop
I signed myself off work yesterday, and “stayed at home” today. It feels ridiculous to write the words “stayed at home”, because I work from home.
Another Day
It’s been a day. Another day. There have been too many recently. I signed myself off work at lunchtime, but within an hour had been thrown head-long into a r...
Words After Midnight
While walking through reflections in puddles, and through ink filled streets late this evening to escort my middle daughter home from work, the machinery of ...
Burning Up
After deteriorating through much of the day before, I called in sick yesterday - the first time I have called in sick in about eighteen months.
Hassled
Today was challenging - for all sorts of reasons. Hopefully you’ll understand why I cannot and will never share any frustrations related to my work. Let’s ju...
Naked Dreams
I had quite the strangest dream in quite some time last night, and told my other half about it shortly after waking up. If not for telling her, it would no d...
Lost and Found
I am perhaps the most rational, pragmatic, sensible person I know. I am also eccentric, whistful, romantic, and quite the explorer of rabbit holes and daydre...
An Eventful Day
I’m not quite sure that I know where to start. While the rest of the family have been dropping like flies - suffering from various colds, flu, or possibly CO...
Far from the madding crowd
It’s been a strange sort of day. While the rest of the world went about their very important business I knocked around at home. Yes, I was working - but I wa...
One Foot in Front of the Other
A few moments after 7am this morning the cogs of the internet firmament clunked forwards and filled the bedroom with the sounds of a local commercial radio s...
New Years Day
It’s mid afternoon on New Year’s Day, and I’m piecing together the events of the night before in my head - smiling as each moment comes into focus - each fri...