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So I am worried about Brexit And the fate of a fictional dog in an audio book I am listening too… … Read More The fate of Popchic (Popper)
My first Byredo candle … evoked and contrasted the light joys of love with the base of its more sensual and earthly pleasures. It’s like being enveloped in a poem. You get all this from an candle you ask? Oh yes you do.… Read More Overly scented.
17.03.2019 I am in the bathroom tapping this all out on my phone. My inner workings having got the better of me. I asked over coffee in bed, should we adopt. The answer was a flat, tone of how ridiculous, ‘no’. Followed up with, I ‘have Pup’, which ‘is plenty’. I do have Pup and… Read More Life without children
10.03.2019 What a rainy Sunday. I woke up at about 5am as the rain was hammering against the roof and windows. The bedroom is the top room of the house, and the roof seems to amplify the sound. Pup looked and me and hopped off the bed, disappearing down the stairs. I lay back down… Read More Untitled.
20.02.2019 We have the global political swirls carving up the world into sides and extremes; at home we have fear and tribalism entrenching people into positions of no negotiation. And yet even further within this, there is me. Stuck, pondering, and a little bit miserable. Don’t worry, this isn’t a post of my misery or… Read More At what cost
04.02.2019 I am still wrapped up ill with cold. My head is still fuzzy and my temperature still slightly high. I am getting bored, opting to work at home again instead of in the office. Out of the window I have a bit of a view. I am by the river in a city centre… Read More The journey is the destination
03.02.2019 February, finally. The nation hears a collective sigh as January over and done with for another year – whether because you were stretching your pay check, counting down until you could drink again or just that a new month brings you closer to spring and summer – longer and warmer days. To be fair,… Read More To spring, once again…
It was the bookshop at Auschwitz where I had to stop reading and walk outside. This is where the personal stories came alive… Read More A single flame
01.01.2019 First text that I type at the start of a new year feels wonderful. The day is pretty much like yesterday – grey and mild – and doesn’t really herald the start of a new year and new beginnings. But the date does. Now I am able to cast aside who ever I was… Read More Happy New Year