It started when I was asked to contribute to a multi artist collaborative project to which I couldn’t say no, regardless I didn’t possess the necessary skill set. One day I’ll try and take this piece of my psyche apart … Continue reading Printable Sticky Fabri-Solvy
Hello, you have landed on post #2 of a series in which I examine what it is to be a procrastinator in lockdown. In post #1 I found a delightful chap called Tim Urban on YouTube. He was giving a … Continue reading Lockdown Lethargy #2: What’s Going On?
This is going to be mostly pictures because my right hand gets really sore when I type at the moment. Bloody rubbish for a writer. Sunday’s Walk On Sunday we broke with tradition and, instead of our usual tramp up … Continue reading The Daily Walk Continues
As I said in my last post I seem to be having trouble concentrating on anything and am, thus, feeling a bit useless. My routine, which I prize amongst all things, isn’t serving its purpose. Or should I say, I’m … Continue reading Lockdown
So, here we are then, all stuck inside waiting for the beast to sniff us out and come knocking on the door disguised as a friendly neighbour or lost delivery guy. We get a lot of lost delivery guys (both … Continue reading I Need a Haircut & Other Whinges
Dave and I have taken ourselves off to the Isle of Whithorn this year, it’s marvellously bleak, and we’re in a very cosy little chalet surrounded by the sea. We arrived yesterday, and today we went walking to St. Ninian’s … Continue reading Merry Christmas to You!
I have no idea what’s going on, England has just given a man who seems like evil incarnate a mandate to do whatever he wants. Figures seem to show that child poverty is rising; that more and more homeless people … Continue reading On Doubt
We’ve been back almost two weeks, and I’m still reeling from my American experience. So much so I can’t seem to clear my head enough to write about it. So I’ve decided to write about food instead. Anyone who remembers … Continue reading American Takeout
It’s six-o-five, still dark, and I am sitting by an open window at the dining table of our New York apartment. The city is waking, cars, which never quite stop moving, are gathering force, a man walks by with a … Continue reading Brooklyn Morning
I should be packing – which means finishing the ironing I began yesterday.I should be cleaning the house so our return won’t be too gruesome.I should be going to the Post Office to bank the cheque that arrived this morning, … Continue reading One More Sleep