On the inside, looking out
It’s Sunday evening, and you find me sitting in the dark of the junk room listening to a random chill-out Jazz playlist. It feels like Charlie Brown is going...
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Proper Posh
While messaging back and forth with a good friend this morning I opined that I used to write in the blog almost every day – and that somewhere along the line...
I’m still here
Somehow a week has passed since I last wrote in the blog. I’m not sure how or why. I used to write almost every day – sharing thoughts, ideas and whatever el...
Finding Balance
I seem to have fallen off the writing bicycle just recently. I know I’ll get back on it eventually – I always do – I just need to find a bit better balance. ...
1am is an old friend
How is it that I don’t write anything for days, and then the urge to write something appears an hour after I should have already been asleep?
Hyper Japan
On Saturday morning we dragged the entire family out of the house, jumped on a train, and headed towards Olympia in London – one of the biggest exhibition ve...
Being Dudley Do Right
My other half spent all afternoon and evening sorting through bank statements and downloads of transactions to prepare my tax return for next year. Once upon...
Running on two hours sleep
Our youngest daughter arrived in the living room late last night doubled up in pain. We’ve been here before. After giving her ibuprofen and paracetamol she w...
Paying it forward
I received a message from a friend on the other side of the world last night – somebody I have known for years. I think our story started back when Tumblr fi...
Election Night
In the United Kingdom we exercised our right this evening to vote for who we wish to form a government to lead the country over the next several years. I’m p...