Not Going To London
I was up at ridiculous o’clock this morning, showered, shaved, dressed, and ready to go. While brushing my teeth a small black cat stood in the doorway of th...
I was up at ridiculous o’clock this morning, showered, shaved, dressed, and ready to go. While brushing my teeth a small black cat stood in the doorway of th...
I was going to open this post with “it’s Saturday morning”, but having looked at the clock, it’s already 2pm. Where they hell has the day gone already? Oh ye...
Well… when i say “new”, I really mean “new to me”. For the last couple of years I have been carrying around a hand-me-down laptop that used to belong to one ...
The huge project I’ve been tinkering with during the evenings this week is starting to take shape. What started as a disconnected jumble of bits and pieces i...
The big problem with working all the time is you end up with very little to write about. Stories tend to require stepping outside the front door. For the las...
After a self-imposed seclusion from the internet for the majority of today - while attempting to shield myself from any and all spoilers about Game of Throne...
I just worked straight through Saturday. On the minus side, I lost a day of my weekend - on the plus side, I progressed the project I’m working on enormously...
I’m sitting in the dark of the study, surrounded by half-filled boxes of material, sewing, knitting, and the various bits and bobs associated with those acti...
The clock just ticked past midnight. I haven’t written for a couple of days, so thought it might be an idea. I’ve been working around the clock this week - t...
After spending an hour yesterday cleaning my bike, and replacing the brake blocks (I’ve been cycling around with no brakes for the last few weeks - don’t tel...