I'm at the stage of having fallen off the blogging horse where I'm starting to wander around looking for the horse, shouting it's name from time to time - hoping it will come clip-clopping around the corner from a nearby saloon bar. Actually, I think cowboys whistle for their horse in movies, don't they ?

Maybe blogging works like whistling up the ( Read more... )

Slowly but surely, I'm losing track of the day of the week. I'm only working three days a week at the moment - Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday - so my weekends have become longer than my working week. After decades working five days a week, it's a bit of a shock to the system ( Read more... )

It's heading towards 1:30am, and somehow I'm still up - which is ridiculous, given that I'm supposed to be going running with my youngest daughter early tomorrow morning. Can I survive on six hours sleep? I'm sure I'll find out.

After work this evening I spent an hour sitting outside with my middle daughter, painting undercoat onto miniature ( Read more... )

I'm not sure that I have written so little for quite some time. Perhaps years. I haven't so much fallen off the blogging horse, as taken the wheels off the wagon, and re-purposed the chassis for some other purpose (firewood springs to mind).
There are all sorts of thoughts swimming around my head about the future. Is this the end of my writing a ( Read more... )

My youngest daughter’s school has been taking part in a huge effort  to rack up as many kilometres as possible in physical exercise while in  lockdown - by either walking, running, or cycling. Each day after our  Couch to 5K runs she has been emailing the distance covered to her  teachers, who have been compiling the results, and letting everybody ( Read more... )

I think it’s fair to say I’ve well and truly fallen off the blogging  horse. After several years posting almost every day, I’ve dropped back  to posting every few days, and it feels strangely fine. Nobody has come  after me with a pitchfork (yet).

I’m sitting in the junk room for the first time in three days. It’s  just getting dark outside, and I’ ( Read more... )

The clock has just ticked past 9am on Monday morning, and you find me sitting at the dining table in the living room opposite my youngest daughter, who is starting her school day - with a laptop propped in front of her, a pencil case full of pens and pencils, and a paper notepad open next to her. She has a habit of reading text on the screen out- ( Read more... )

It's Friday, and you find me holed up in the junk room at home, putting together another quiz. This evening the company I work for are having a "virtual social" on Zoom, and I volunteered myself as quiz-master. Although I have run several quizes recently, I'm putting together an entirely new set of questions, so the rest of my family can take part.
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It's been a day. Somehow it's already heading towards midnight, and I've only just sat down to write something. I know, I know - I could scratch today, and write something later in the week - but then I started thinking "it migh tbe nice to write every other day"... and that's my slippery slope, right there. Within days I'll be writing every day ( Read more... )

I'm sitting at the dining table this morning, opposite our youngest daughter who is getting on with school work. My other half is in the junk room, working. I have the day off. So far I have thrown a couple of loads through the washing machine, cleared the washing up, been for a cycle around town, and had a shower.

The cycling thing is my master- ( Read more... )