Monday Morning 9Am
The clock has just ticked around to 9am. I’m sitting in the heart of Heathrow Airport in London, a few yards away from one of the departures boards. My fligh...
The clock has just ticked around to 9am. I’m sitting in the heart of Heathrow Airport in London, a few yards away from one of the departures boards. My fligh...
If you were expecting a blog post vaguely resembling the plot of the little known movie “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum”, you’re going to be ...
A travel case sits on the desk across the study from me, filled with clean clothes ahead of another week in Germany. I’ve decided to hedge my bets about the ...
After waking to a blanket of grey skies this morning, the weather has been growing steadily worse. A fine mist of rain is now falling, painting the roads and...
Somehow, missing a day in the blog has become a “thing”. As I was getting ready for bed yesterday evening, it occurred to me that I hadn’t posted anything. I...
When I leave work on an evening, I call home. Invariably Miss 13 picks the phone up - she has been trained by my other half as an evil receptionist - this be...
It’s almost half past seven in the evening, dinner is finished, the washing up is done, the kitchen is clean, the washing machine is on, and I’m in the dark ...
While sitting at work last Tuesday morning, I rubbed the tiredness from my left eye, and pain shot through my eye. I thought perhaps I had pulled an eyelash ...
I’m sitting in the study at home (a rather grand title for the junk room, but it sounds sophisticated), at the old desktop computer, trying to think of where...
Step away from the keyboard. Just step away from the keyboard. For a few minutes. Those are the words I find myself repeating - to myself. Take a break. Walk...