Day 154
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
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Day 149
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
Day 143
I overslept this morning. I blame midnight adrenalin. We went to bed at quarter to midnight. I was about 10 seconds rom falling asleep (I know these things) when there… Continue Reading
Day 64
M really dislikes it when I say the damp gets into my bones. But this morning, my back is aching, my joints are stiff, and I’ve been awake on and… Continue Reading
Day 53
When I limped back into the house last night after cricket training, I said to M and A that it really was time to think about retiring because it felt… Continue Reading
Day 47
Dr A, the honourable and wise dentist, says everything’s fine, the pain will settle and go away. He tells me there’s nothing to pay. I question him, tell him he… Continue Reading
Day 40
Fragments. I don’t expect this to be coherent. A new adventure today. I have a ticket for tonight’s football match. Ever since A started working at Norwich City, ever since… Continue Reading
Day 37
Today, I will not chide myself about not getting up until after 10am. Today I will not get into that pit of telling myself that I have wasted my day… Continue Reading
Day 36
Three of the six books I’ve read so far this year have been non-fiction, which is probably more non-fiction than I read all last year. And of course I’m ploughing… Continue Reading
Day 32
The scrag-end of the storm bites Its way through my various layers of clothes Screws my back into untenable postures So I have to lie on the bed to bend… Continue Reading