11/2023
It may have been sleepwalking that brought me To this place, pockets heavy and holed with keys From every house I’ve dreamed myself in, And scars across the backs of… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: day job
Day 306
It’s been a very busy day, and I must admit I’m sort of thriving on it. I have started getting up earlier, getting in here and getting on. Maybe I’m… Continue Reading
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
Day 157
Very very late for me today, and I’m missing Bake Off: The Professionals to write this. Another revelation from my rock ‘n’ roll life for you. This morning I had… Continue Reading
Day 152
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
Day 111
This may seem sad, but it’s my reality. I have really struggled the last two or so months to put my writing ahead of work first thing in the morning,… Continue Reading
Day 108
The garden smells of wild onions. In our ignorance, we thought they were just outsized snowdrops. It wasn’t until I mowed them down after I’d tidied up the construction site… Continue Reading
Of trains and taxis
On Monday, I got up at 5:30, left the house at quarter to seven, caught the 07:23 train to Stowmarket, then the 08:15 from Stowmarket to Peterborough, and from there… Continue Reading
Of heroes (including Sir David Attenborough)
Last week, last Thursday to be precise, I had one of those days which will remain in the memory for a long time. A day to evoke a variety of… Continue Reading