Home Alone

Wednesday evening finds me sitting at a desk in the study, listening to Spotify, and wondering how much of today's thoughts to empty into the keyboard. I'm accompanied by a can that was filled with cider until a few minutes ago, and a teddy bear propped on the corner of the desk, gazing into the room with the same silly grin he's always had.

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.

Backdated

I'm writing this post at 1:21am on Saturday night. The blog will show the date as Sunday. We all know that the early hours of Sunday morning are still Saturday night, don't we. Everybody knows that. Maybe.

The Weekend Arrives

I've started writing this post several times over the last hour. I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going with it. Rather than actually write anything, I have procrastinated famously - installing two different text editors to try out, and vanishing down an internet rabbit hole in the process.

Big Thoughts

Several years ago - before children, when time was a thing to be toyed with and spent frivolously, I would write long, rambling blog posts about life, the universe, and everything inbetween. I would empty my head through the keyboard as easily as turning on a tap - churning out 750 words with relative ease. Granted, I wrote 750 words in order to post to the website "750words", but that's besides the point.

Pool Party Shenanigans

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.

A Quiet Weekend

After finishing work on Friday evening I cycled home via the supermarket with Miss 17, and picked up all manner of goodies to help out with dinner. The barbecue we lucked into on Freecycle was going to get it's first try-out. I am reliably informed that "Friday night pizza night" has become "Friday night barbecue …