Day 156
Of course, I wake up the morning after the day before, and the ebb and flow of the disease brings with it regret, remorse, and guilt. I am up and… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Of course, I wake up the morning after the day before, and the ebb and flow of the disease brings with it regret, remorse, and guilt. I am up and… Continue Reading
Let’s face it. Self-editing is all very well, but depression knows no self-editing. I slept solidly but badly, if that makes sense, was at my desk here by 7:45 putting… Continue Reading
Depression is a pernicious disease. There is no catalyst or cause for it. It just comes and goes. The day before yesterday (which I wrote about yesterday), I crossed a… Continue Reading
Yesterday had been a good day, a day on which I got so much done that I’d wanted to do. I went off on my walk in good spirits, a… Continue Reading
It was my decision to start writing this late today. There was so much I had to do, wanted to do, day job-wise, because it is the first day of… Continue Reading
The world is peopled by idiots. Sorry, that’s perhaps too much of a generalisation. But – I’m just home from taking A to work, and the number of people driving… Continue Reading
M and I watched Le Week-End last night, which (spoiler alert) despite its hopeful ending (and great acting) left me feeling a little deflated. Maybe that was in part due to… Continue Reading
When the Tories won the UK general election in 2010 and formed a coalition government with the Liberal Democrats, we warned that democracy would come under threat. When Cameron and… Continue Reading
I’m starting this before I go on air in 25 minutes, but I won’t have it finished by then. I’ve been at my desk since 06:50, and have already achieved… Continue Reading
Last night, M and I went out for dinner, just the two of us, for the first time since before the pandemic began. We hadn’t initially planned to do anything… Continue Reading