Day 300
A very long day in London. I am now waiting for the train to leave Liverpool Street. Lots of meetings, all so interesting they went past planned time. Been up… Continue Reading
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Day 299
A bit politics-laden, this blog, lately, but that’s appropriate, really. We have a Tory party that’s a mess, the third Tory Prime Minister in 6 weeks (or less). Now, neither… Continue Reading
Day 298
I closed yesterday by saying that the colour of tyranny is irrelevant. The proof of the pudding is evidently in the eating. Braverman, a woman of colour, has just been… Continue Reading
Day 294
The problem with not having written substantively for just about two weeks is that I start to disbelieve the power and meaning of my words, and that I doubt them…. Continue Reading
Day 278
I hadn’t intended to name check the book about aging I’m reading until I’d finished it and could comment on its entirety, but so many of you have asked what… Continue Reading
Day 276
It’s the first working day of the month, so my morning has been taken up with reconciling spreadsheets, drafting reports, chasing reports, and focusing on urgent things, since I got… Continue Reading
Day 275
The day has run away from me again. We stayed up until almost 4 a.m. this morning. A finished work closer to 2, and the three of us just talked… Continue Reading
Day 274
A newspaper columnist I much admire most of the time, Marina Hyde of The Guardian, has an article in today’s paper plugging her new book (a collection of her past twice-a-week… Continue Reading
Day 272
One of the weirdest things about yesterday’s procedure was my loss of memory. Or, to be more precise, to have temporarily lost “the ability to create new memories,” which is… Continue Reading
Day 267
Today’s been very busy and, in parts, ailed. And it’s late now, so just a few lines to keep my promise to myself. M and I have been busy rearranging… Continue Reading