All the things I do instead of writing…
I am watching my boys play Minecraft. They are for a change cooperating with each other, which is nice. I don't actively avoid writing about politics. As this blog has become mainly something to leave for my children to know me, I am perhaps cautious about documenting every passing thought that could be misinterpreted. And... Continue Reading →
Apart from observing that the 2004 film with Nicole Kidman is really quite dire and horribly cast, I don't think it had quite the intended effect on either me or my husband. There was a scene somewhere in the middle of the rather flat footed satire where Matthew Broderick (so, basically Ferris in a suit)... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 