Oversleeping
I overslept this morning - if you can count dragging yourself out of bed at 9:30am on a Sunday morning oversleeping. I also had the strangest dream I’ve had ...
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Never Say Never
Towards the end of last year I retreated somewhat from the wider social internet - untangling myself from the likes of Twitter, Tumblr, Wordpress, and Instag...
A Day Off
I’m almost giddy with excitement. I have the day off work. I never take days off. We’ll ignore that it’s already 11am, that I got up three hours ago, and all...
Its that day again
I snuck out to the shops yesterday afternoon and bought a card and some posh chocolates - as convention dictates - such that my other half might have somethi...
Hello midnight old friend
So here we are again. Half an hour ago Sunday became Monday. I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room with the remains of a cup of coffee, with the sound of ...
Memories of Madonna
The clock is ticking towards midnight, and you find me sitting on the sofa in the lounge, listening and half-watching music videos on the television. Madonna...
How is it Friday already
Where has this week gone? I’m pretty sure the last time I looked it was still Monday afternoon - and now somehow Friday has lurched into view. Of course righ...
Escapology
The clock is ticking relentlessly towards 1am. I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room, writing something rather than nothing after missing several days in ...
Half past midnight
The weekend has almost gone. The clock ticked past midnight some time ago. The clothes dryer is still running in the kitchen. The dishwasher finished a few m...
Walking at Midnight
Walking into town to meet my daughter after her shift finishes at the pub has become an unexpectedly wonderful part of the day. There’s something about empty...