Day 124
It feels like I’m running late this morning. But I’m not. I was at my desk at 06:50 putting together more documents and uploading them for the annual audit in… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: Aggie’s Art Of Happiness
Day 123
The mystery of the coffee machine is solved. Each pod has a bar code on it, and the machine has a bar code reader right where you put the pods… Continue Reading
Day 122
M drinks a massive mug of Americano with a bit of warm milk each morning (and two at the weekend). Now I’ve started drinking coffee again, I’m drinking it the… Continue Reading
Day 121
Good things do happen. When I was doing my radio show on Friday, K, one of the other presenters on Radio Stradbroke (and whom I’m listening to as I write),… Continue Reading
Day 120
Two blackbirds this morning. First the one which looks vaguely plump and familiar. I started talking to it, and it came closer to me, wiping its beak on the dew-dropped… Continue Reading
Day 119
6:30 FRIDAY MORNING We were oblivious To each other, the blackbird And I. It hid behind the empty Plant pot, I strolled through The garden, unseeing, mind On the greyness,… Continue Reading
Day 118
Therapy is pretty intense. Yesterday, just before it was due to start, I felt more nervous than I had when I first started four years ago. It’s not just like… Continue Reading
Day 117
Today, I start therapy again. I don’t now what will come of it, if we’ll decide that I don’t need something long-term again, or that we’ll decide that I’d be… Continue Reading
Day 116
Last night I dreamed of my secondary school headmaster, the one who told me I wasn’t clever enough to get into Cambridge because, that morning, I hadn’t realised there was… Continue Reading
Day 115
Spending the day in London yesterday made me realise how much I miss the world, how much I wish things were back to normal, and how much things aren’t back… Continue Reading