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
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
Holiday of a lifetime: a vignette
I hope they at least had a good holiday, as holidays go. That they laughed, and played, and spent a lot of time together, and made memories. Because she’d need
She couldn’t believe that she had wet her bed. At her age? No! In her condition? Well, maybe not that unexpected. Worse things had certainly happened. She got up slowly,
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
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.
The one where my man runs off with a 26yr old
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
Nowhere to hide, so here we are
(Side note: The long-term emotional effects of the pandemic are often on my mind, and will probably continue to be a theme on the blog for a while. I don’t
Level 3 We had a bit of a milestone here today as the country moved into Level 3 of lockdown. Retail is fully opened up except for personal care, and
