For A Friend
There is a laptop on the desk in the junk room - it’s been there since yesterday evening. It belongs to a teaching assistant at the school where my other hal...
There is a laptop on the desk in the junk room - it’s been there since yesterday evening. It belongs to a teaching assistant at the school where my other hal...
I seem to have fallen into a pattern of posting to the blog every other day. I’m not sure how it happened, but it does feel less forced. I really don’t lead ...
I’m not entirely sure why, but I’m always surprised when anybody notices me - particularly if they have discovered me via this blog. I have been writing onli...
After a weekend filled with stress, arguments, standing on rugby pitch touchlines, school fundraisers, doing endless chores, and then being accused of doing ...
After the somewhat epic journey home yesterday, and a pizza and movie night with the children (we watched ‘Justice League’), this morning has very much been ...
After waking up at 5am, 6am, and 7am this morning, I finally scraped myself out of the hotel bed, stumbled into the shower, and then set about folding clothe...
I fly home tomorrow morning. I did a little work this evening, but nothing like the epic slog the last few evenings turned into. You don’t even want to see t...
I’m sitting in a king size bed, looking out over Frankfurt from the enormous window of my 15th storey hotel room window. The clock is ticking towards 2am. Af...
I’m wiped out. I scraped myself out of bed at 7am, arrived in the office ay 8:30am, and worked straight through until 5pm. The first two hours of day were st...
It’s 9:27am, and I’m sitting in the middle of Terminal 2 at Heathrow airport, London. The taxi transfer arrived at our house precisely when it should this mo...