I feel as if I spent the whole of 2020 writing about 2020, and so I am not going to do that again. We all know what we know. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t do the other cliched thing, and ponder on my hopes and dreams for 2021. …
You know, on the one hand I am really happy and proud that I have stuck to this blog, and although I might not post as frequently as I would like to, at least I DO do :-). On the other hand, this is hardly the blog that I wanted …
I have a feeling that when I look back at 2020, that the one thing that will identify the year for me (aside from the obvious!) is that this is the year that I learnt to “let go”. Cut ties. Set things loose. And by things I mean things and …
I read another book! This one is The Guest List by Lucy Foley. ($18, Kindle). It’s kind of the modern version of Murder on the Orient Express, except this is a wedding on a small island, where one member of the wedding party is murdered, and we spend the book …
I was thinking about the impact Covid has had on my life. At first look, it’s an even balance of the positive and the negative, and there has certainly been a fair share of each. But if I had to choose, I would have to selfishly say that the pandemic …
I am toying with a new addition to this blog. Vignettes. To be honest, there was a fleeting moment when I thought that the book that I want to write should be so titled, and should be a collection of exactly that: vignettes, probably slightly auto-biographical, independent but woven together …
I don’t read enough. If you know me in person, you have heard me say this often. What I mean to say, actually, is that I don’t read enough books. I read plenty of online everyday news content, articles, opinions, work stuff. But there is not much time to read …
Oh sure, 2020. Let’s fuck around with everything a bit more. Let’s turn me into a walking cliche. Tonight I find out, via a gentle message in my inbox, that my ex shacked up with someone half my age (and his) while we were still together. And so a family …
It’s very difficult to watch horrible, unfair, selfish people get ahead. Even just to watch them carry on with their lives, with no repercussions, as if the havoc they leave in their trail can be brushed under the carpet and never be acknowledged by them, is difficult. On a personal level, I luckily don’t see or experience this often. I can think of maybe two people who have crossed my path and have done me wrong, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I hope they rot in hell. That’s because I recognise that thinking such thoughts, …
