Rainy Days Off
It’s just after lunch. I think it’s Wednesday - it’s hard to tell - the days are running into one another. I wonder how retired people keep track of the day ...
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New Broom Sweeps Clean
This morning I have been going through the various blogs I follow on the internet - removing those that stopped posting some months ago. It feels strange, un...
Bank Holiday Monday
It’s a bank holiday in the UK today, so everybody is out in their gardens cutting hedges, moving lawns, and all those other things that are unofficially on t...
Broken Shears
I woke a little before 8 this morning, and stared at the bedroom ceiling for a while before a switch of some kind flicked in my head. I hate that switch. Bef...
Little Or Nothing
After scraping myself out of bed a little after 9am this morning - perhaps the latest I have been up in many months - I busied myself with the usual round of...
Making Friends
It’s Friday night, I’m on my second glass of wine, and I have the prospect of a week off stretched ahead of me like a glorious savannah full of possibilities...
Soaked To The Skin
I was going to write a long, meandering, nerdy post about my writing process - about markdown formatting, and version control, and compiling blog posts into ...
Slowing Down
Two more days in the office, and then a week off. A week of working in the garden, tidying the hell hole of a house up, cleaning bathrooms, cutting trees dow...
Rabbit Holes
I have spent the greater part of this evening tinkering with a pretend computer that hasn’t existed for thirty years. That’s right - not even the real thing....
Sunday At Home
I’ve been home alone today for the most part - plodding on with the endless routine of chores and tasks that come with a family and a house. I was supposed t...