The One Where The Pretty Lady Stole My Hair
I had been meaning to get my increasingly unruly mop of hair chopped off for the last week or so. It had crossed the line from “a bit longer than usual” into...
I had been meaning to get my increasingly unruly mop of hair chopped off for the last week or so. It had crossed the line from “a bit longer than usual” into...
It’s been three days since the last blog post. That’s probably a record of sorts. I have no idea what my longest streak of “every day” posts has been in the ...
I first woke this morning at about 5:30am, squinted at the alarm clock, and prompty fell back asleep. I then woke with a start at 7:30am, half an hour after ...
I began blogging before the word had become part of the common vernacular. In the early days, people wrote about their day - their life. Online journals form...
A couple of evenings ago, somebody I know quite well published a post on Facebook that caused perhaps the most entertaining argument I have seen in quite som...
I wrote a few days that I had fallen off the internet bike this week - that life, the universe, and everything had conspired to drop me out of the whirling h...
It’s been a pretty brutal week, and I’m more than happy the weekend has arrived. I thought about describing exactly what I’ve been working on in the daytime,...
I just got back from watching our youngest take part in the annual “Year 6 Production” - the final school event of her time at junior school. She leaves next...
I happened upon a blog post about bullet journaling this evening - a retro inspired scheme to draw up lists in a paper notebook to somehow enforce order on a...
It feels like I’ve been investing little or no effort into blog posts for a while now - forcing the daily posts when I have little or nothing to share. I gue...