I think I was nine when my father bought a debenture (i.e. a season ticket for a posh activity) to the Australian Ballet. We seemed to be there every other week, and it probably wasn't far off. Giselle made a big impression, mainly because the storyline of a woman abandoned and driven to insanity and... Continue Reading →
2021 – Another handful of dust
It was our 8th wedding anniversary recently. Given that my lovely husband is currently entirely housebound (and more or less confined to the sofa) with a climbing injury, I was being as upbeat as possible about adventures we have had. Indeed, smashing your Achilles in pieces and a few calf muscles to boot, within 6... Continue Reading →
Being a better person
How to fail at not failing
The second Mars Bar problem
Have you ever eaten a Mars bar when really, really hungry? I once got to the shaking with cold sweat stage of hungry, because I had forgotten my wallet at work. I eventually asked a colleague for £1 for the vending machine, because I didn't want to admit that I was so ditsy I didn't... Continue Reading →
Fitness Tech fails
From the frustrating of trying to stitch together too many fitness gadgets, to whether financial services technology is suffering from a brain drain.
Sound and fury, signifying nothing
All has not been for the best in the best of all possible worlds1 recently. The world we knew seems increasingly meaningless, and our sense of control over the events of our lives has eroded to the point that my understanding of Voltaire has increased considerably. Unfortunately, the garden is too waterlogged to weed at... Continue Reading →
The titanic in a pandemic
I'm totally acing this home schooling business. Yes, it's going swimmingly. Let's take last week's topic of the Titanic, which was set by the school. Conrad was very enthusiastic. We went through the PowerPoints that showed up on Teams. Did some pictures, and some timelines. He read all the accounts of how large and luxurious... Continue Reading →
The architecture of John Lautner
Things are tough at the moment. I mean, who knew that a 7 year old digging in his Lego box all day would drive me to absolute distraction! Oh yes, and also the climbing wall is shut, and we can't go to Fontainebleau. I think I've covered all the important bases there. On the plus... Continue Reading →
2018 time capsule
Comparing the trivial passing of a day with three small children in 2018 to its equivalent in 2020.
Things we can do with money, and things we can do with time
At the end of last year, back in a life that seemed full of now obsolete concerns like train delays, I was thinking about giving up work. It has been some time since I found work fulfilling, and the sense of purpose I used to derive from it has been eroded by three sets of... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 