A Very Short Post

Just a few words to tell those of you that follow me that everything is fine, there is nothing wrong, and the gaps in my almost-daily posts are just down to life happening. I flew home from Germany yesterday, then went to the local radio station quiz night, spent much of today at the local … Continue reading A Very Short Post

Slowly and Quietly

I’m writing this a few minutes after 9am on Sunday morning. Summer seems to be ebbing away – the mornings are becoming a little colder – a little less inviting. Early next week we will escape the approach of autumn for a few more days – boarding an aeroplane in order to fight over sunloungers … Continue reading Slowly and Quietly

Sixteen Thousand Steps

Sixteen thousand steps. That’s what the Apple Health app tells me, on the shiny new iPhone that’s been in my pocket all day long. Nearly thirteen kilometres. That’s about the size of a day out and about with my younger children. And you wonder why I’m not overweight, given that I typically sit at a … Continue reading Sixteen Thousand Steps

The Floor is Lava

Other people have relaxed weekends filled with rainbows, laughter, smiling faces, restaurants, sports, cakes, drinks, and all those other nice things. They post an endless stream of photos recording their lovely lives to Facebook and Instagram – like some sort of distorted advertising campaign for their life. When they do it, I start wondering what … Continue reading The Floor is Lava

The Day Vanishes

Do you ever have days when you wonder what you did – where the day went? I know I spent quite some time signing my younger daughters up for XBox Live accounts – and then trying to make head or tail of some sort of team building thing in FIFA 17 for them. I think … Continue reading The Day Vanishes

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. Continue reading Saturday Morning in the Book Shop

Tired

I didn’t get up until nearly 10am this morning. This is unheard of, but not altogether unexpected after not falling asleep until 3am. Of course now my body is getting it’s own back on me – throwing headaches at me like a baseball pitcher, shouting “let’s see how you deal with THIS, asshole”. Continue reading Tired