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The Day I Wasn’t Feeling Too Great

on Jan 3, 2015

Have not been feeling too great today. I suspect I’ve inherited the lurgy our Friend-Family left yesterday. I’ve not felt sick – at least, not yet – but my plumbing isn’t working quite as it should. Ugh. Hence, it’s been a low-key kinda day. I’ve spent most of it in bed, watching TV/YouTube and then, latterly, cross-stitching. Since sinking the opening couple of chapters of Russell Brand’s Revolution (a Christmas gift), I jumped on YouTube to check out some of his latter interviews, mainly his Newsnight appearances and interviews with Paxman, Snow etc. Initially, I was really turned off his grandiose, apathetic brand of politics – but reading the book adds meat to the bones of his objectives. Am I convinced by it? Nope. I don’t think anyone can achieve change by the inertia of not voting. But beyond the headlines,...

The day I was REALLY glad I was still on holiday

on Jan 2, 2014

The quotes – do they bother you? I hope not. 2013 was a year chocful of melancholic reflection, and as a lover of a wonderful turn of phrase, it’s these kind of poncey quotes and lyrics that kept me going. I try and avoid the really cheesy, cliched ones – no, really, I swear – but ones like the Churchill quote resonate in weird and wholly wonderful ways. I hope they do for you, too. If not – well, I don’t know what to tell you. You might need to close your eyes for every other post, dude. (Psst. If you have any favourites that you think I may love, please do share!) Today’s been surprisingly productive – well, so far, at least. I spent the morning lying beside my snoring spouse in bed, hammering my way through a very full inbox and talking bollocks on Twitter (as I’m wont to do these days). I am so very happy that I’m not yet...

Protected: The day with the white coat syndrome

on Apr 11, 2013

If the post here is protected, it’s probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password on my contact page!

The day with the hoarding

on Apr 10, 2013

I’m a terrible hoarder. Whilst not quite storing mouldering newspapers, I’m not quite able to throw away university lecture notes, either. Our house is pretty small, so in the twelve(!) years we’ve been living here, things have … accumulated. Over the last few weeks we’ve slowly been de-cluttering ourselves, getting rid of old books, toys, DVDs and the like. It’s making a difference. Our dining room bookcases – once stuffed with my plentiful fiction collection – has now been pared down enough to accommodate the photo frames that had hitherto been collecting dust (quite literally) all across the top. Obviously, it’s not quite the textbook definition of minimalism, but it’s at least a start. I’ve also done things I hardly ever do. Like, clear up down the side of the TV cabinet, rather than just on top and inside it. I...

The day with the big black plume of panic

on Mar 7, 2013

Well. Last week was fun. I lie, of course. It was about as enjoyable as an acute chest infection. Which is what I had. For TEN FUCKING DAYS. So: not much to write about, really. My perspective over the last week has essentially been anchored to my bed, and few exciting things happen in the confines of my tiny bedroom (no offence, husband). I applied for another job yesterday (excellent money; great opportunities. I hit around 95% of the essential criteria and 90% of the desirable, but I don’t think that my experience is exactly what they’re looking for, so as much as I’d love it, I don’t think I’ll get it. But since I think I had 100% of both for that last job and didn’t get anywhere, what the hell, right? You miss 100% of the chances you don’t take. It was the hardest application I’ve ever submitted though, consisting of five...

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