Seventeen
She was always the least sure of herself, the one who worried the most - the one that watched others from a distance. Now she is seventeen, and I’m wondering...
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Resurrection
I deactivated my Tumblr account a few weeks ago, and then posted on Facebook that I had done so, because I didn’t want to lose touch with anybody. A friend m...
Resurfacing
I re-installed Tumblr on my mobile phone last night. I’m still not sure if it was a wise thing to do or not, or if I will use it much. After deactivating my ...
Home
It’s Saturday morning, and I’m finally home. The washing machine and tumble dryer are rumbling away in the background, the kids are out at football matches a...
The Road Less Travelled
It’s Thursday evening. I fly home in the morning. I’m sitting in my hotel room once again, listening to the rain pitter patter on the window, and figuring ou...
Wednesday In Frankfurt
This morning began with the wail of a fire alarm in the hotel at 6am. Given that I only fell asleep at 2am following a snap decision to listen to “Chess in C...
Tuesday Morning In Frankfurt
Written at 9am in the morning while perched at a coffee shop table among the skyscrapers of central Frankfurt, and posted at 8pm the same evening while sitti...
From London To Frankfurt
It’s been a long day. A very long day. The alarm didn’t burst into life at 5am, because I woke at 4am, and didn’t really fall asleep again. I had fragments o...
Sunday Morning And Virtual Shenanigans
It’s a fairly normal Sunday morning - the younger children have gone to rugby training, the washing machine is on, clothes are already hanging on the line, p...
Returning To Frankfurt
I’m winding things down at work today, ahead of travelling to Frankfurt in Germany next week. The flight is booked, the hotel is booked - I just need to turn...