Day 296
Despite a late night yesterday, I managed to get up before 9, just. There is some sort of physical energy brimming below the surface, a rebuilding f reserves that have… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: Aggie’s Art Of Happiness
Day 280
In haste, as I need to leave for London soon. The real downside is that M is feeling very much under the weather and can’t come with me to have… Continue Reading
Day 279
Yesterday evening, after work, I started recording a pre-record I’m putting out on Radio Stradbroke on Saturday, Episode 4 of my 12-inch vinyl 12-inch singles. Got up at 7 and… 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 277
I’m going to keep this brief today. I got back my histology results on the polyps they took out last week – all benign. A huge relief, I have to… 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 271
T, a friend of mine who used to be Bumfrey’s producer on BBC Radio Norfolk, posted a lovely picture of a moss-covered tree on her Instagram feed yesterday, and called… Continue Reading