The life and times of a software and web developer
I’ve been sitting in front of the computer in the junk room for the last hour, thinking I should post something or other, but no words are appearing on the screen. The tap that so often releases a torrent of idiocy into my little corner of the internet doesn’t seem to be cooperating. There’s really … Continue reading Falling into the Weekend
I sat down at the desk in the junk room to write a blog post an hour ago. All I have done so far is listen to music on Spotify. Music from my distant past. While writing this, Wilson Phillips are singing “Hold On”, and I’m remembering drawing a picture of them in the back of my college art sketchbook. Continue reading Over and Over Again
It’s lunchtime at work, and I’m forcing myself to take a break. On a given day I sit here for hours – sometimes not leaving the chair all day, and then wondering why my legs are stiff when I get up to go home. Of course I cycle to work, so I’m not completely unfit, but I really should do something more. Years ago, I used to go running a couple of times a week – maybe I should try and make time for it once more. It’s all about forming habits really – getting into a routine. Continue reading Lunchtime
You know how you head into the weekend sometimes, and you have plans to do so many things – things for yourself – time to yourself. And then the weekend arrives, and all those ideas get blown away by a gust of wind. Yeah. That. Continue reading Pool Party Shenanigans
After a day spent fighting virtual fires within the software leviathan I have been constructing for the last six months, I’m now sitting in the garden, slowly feeding kindling into a chiminea, gazing into altogether more real flickering flames. There’s something about tending an open fire. I’m not sure if it’s the smell of wood … Continue reading The Dying of the Light
I seem to have fallen off the “post every day” horse quite spectacularly in recent weeks. I’m thinking this is a good thing. I know one or two people look out for my posts, and that’s all sorts of wonderful, but if I have little to report, it always seems a bit forced. I was … Continue reading Struggling
I bought a music magazine this morning for the first time in years. I was wandering around the local stationery shop with Miss 13 – who had some money burning a hole in her pocket – and happened upon the magazine rack. While half-keeping an eye on her, I started flicking through the various magazines … Continue reading Nimrod
It’s Friday night. I’m on my second glass of wine, and I have the prospect of a week off stretched ahead of me like a glorious savannah full of possibilities. Of course we know that by Tuesday I’ll be writing a bitter account of cutting the lawn, the privet hedge, and making numerous trips to … Continue reading Making Friends
I’ve been home alone today for the most part – plodding on with the endless routine of chores and tasks that come with a family and a house. I was supposed to attend a football tournament with the rest of the family, but given yesterday’s drama (including a midnight visit to the railway station to … Continue reading Sunday at Home
How do I describe the events of yesterday ? The Charles Dickens line “it was the best of times, and the worst of times” comes to mind. We attended the wedding of a co-worker yesterday evening – joining him for the evening celebration. Along with some good friends, we put our glad-rags on, hired a … Continue reading Love and Betrayal
