All the things I do instead of writing…
I went to another fruitless blood donation appointment yesterday, and was a bit shocked overhearing how young everyone was. All these DOBs that end with "9x" and "0x". Plenty of them were not even born on 9th September 2001, whereas I was a few days away from starting graduate work - well, looking for some,... Continue Reading →
Whenever anyone asks me what my best job was, it is without hesitation that I say waitressing. I worked in a large traditional cafe-brasserie with a terrace, in the middle of touristy Heidelberg, in Southwest Germany which is mainly populated by American tourists, as well as pretty much every other nationality. The Americans stood out,... Continue Reading →
Few things could surely be less important than breaking a teapot, in the wider scheme of things. I keep impressing upon my children that the path to happiness does not lie in more possessions. I try not to get attached. But where teapots are concerned, it is oddly sad when they break. We got our... Continue Reading →
It is currently February in London. Winter weather has quite a wide range of temperatures in the UK, although it is less variable in the South. Daytime temperatures are between 1 and 12 degrees, with occasional dips lower or bursts of spring-like weather. And yet, so many people dress exactly the same for the entire... Continue Reading →
Almost as if some fates had read my previous post about Pluribus, I was a few short days later confronted with the real life dilemma of who an individual is, as opposed to the body they walk around in. My husband is not really an adrenaline junkie, in the way most people understand that. He... Continue Reading →
I think being an identical twin is a good thing. Many identical twins seem to make it their whole identity, whereas we go perhaps the other way and never mention it to people who have only met one of us. It seems a weird thing to randomly announce, after all. "What film shall we go... Continue Reading →
It is Monday night, and I left work on time, which was nice. The point of leaving work on time, apart from being there for the kids while Richard does his Scout group, is to spend at least two hours practicing my violin. Only, I didn't; because I couldn't be bothered. It seems to be... Continue Reading →
Today would have been my father's 85th birthday. Well, not actually today, because I never posted this, so it's a month later. I'm now slightly drunk, so I'm writing those random thoughts down anyway. My father was born in 1940. My stepfather was also born in 1940. He is still alive. He once berated my... 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 →
I always write some crap on New Year's Eve most years, summarising what happened in the world, or my world. I mostly write about films we watched, but it felt like slim pickings this year. So I'll look at my Google location timeline to remind me of places we went instead. In May, we booked... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 