Monday Morning, 9am

The clock has just ticked around to 9am. I’m sitting in the heart of Heathrow Airport in London, a few yards away from one of the departures boards. My flight is steadily moving up the board - with a note that the gate will be shown in about three quarters of an hour. As is …

Every Other Day

I seem to only make it to the blog every other day at the moment, which is ridiculous because I have the week off work. I'm knocking around the house doing chores, walking into town running errands, and somehow filling each day with forgettable detritus. I'll keep quiet about Grand Theft Auto 5. Yes, I …

Saturday Morning in the Book Shop

The day began with the clock radio bursting into life, and filling the room with utter dross. I squinted my eyes open and watched the seconds and minutes pass on the bedside clock, wondering how long I might lay there before somebody might consider there was something wrong with me. Minutes? Hours? I'm guessing we'll never find out, because the curious instinct to "not waste the weekend" kicked in, and carried me downstairs for a shower.

Lunchtime

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.

A Case of the Mondays

I'm back drinking coffee again. Or at least, I am this morning. I had a cup yesterday too. Before you roll your eyes, and say "I knew you wouldn't last", it's been over a month. I'm not returning to four or five cups a day, because that's ridiculous (and was ridiculous). Maybe just a cup now and again, because I like coffee.

A Day To Forget

Today has been a day to forget so far.Miss 17 is apparently not talking to me today. I’m not really sure why. After calling her repeatedly over the course of an hour this morning, she emerged from her room with moments to spare in order to catch her bus to college. I asked if she …

Departure

This is a story about cost cutting gone mad. I arrived at Frankfurt Airport this morning, expecting to follow the usual routine of baggage check-in, and security. Nope. Not going to happen. Instead of quietly wandering up to a desk and having a staff member check my bags in I joined a huge crowd of …

Starting Early

The alarm clock was programmed for 6am this morning. I woke at 5:50am after a pretty spectacular dream about some sort of school reunion, and watched the last ten minutes tick away. I could have got up, but an irresistible force kept me from sliding out into the morning air. With moments left before it …