All the things I do instead of writing…
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 →
I was going to write a note about how much I am enjoying The Empress on Netflix, or the creepy weirdness of its algo suggesting a film about Rjukan in the war (which I've just come back from), but my day at work was shit and I don't have the energy, so I'm just going... Continue Reading →
Everyone always writes a million reviews of the year, and most years I am straight out of the starting blocks writing a few paragraphs after a few glasses of champagne on New Year's Eve. Auld Lang Syne does that to everyone, that feeling of wistful reflection on our inability to appreciate the good times, and... Continue Reading →
My husband is turning 50. I must really love him, because I booked an ice climbing holiday for his birthday. I slept for what felt like two hours before we left, lying there thinking of all the things that can go wrong. We took a 6.40 am flight from Heathrow. Taking flights with children is... Continue Reading →
I am currently reading A Scanner Darkly, by Phillip K Dick. It must have been tricky living with that name. I first started reading it in the summer of 2022, when we were on an extended family holiday in I think Somerset. It seemed quite suitable, with its ellision between thoughts and reality, and the... Continue Reading →
I cannot stop thinking about Brett Easton Ellis's new novel. I read it on a business class flight to Washington, and finished it up at 8pm, which felt like the middle of the night. I got up at 5 the next day, did my calls and went to the weird 90s gym, which came complete... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
As ever, I have many thoughts throughout the day that I am keen to write about. The text pours forth in my imagination, smoothly and seamlessly onto the page, musing wittily about some aspect of my life that is relevant, like the books I've been reading, movies I've been watching, or fun outdoor stuff I've... Continue Reading →
I feel the need for some posting about random everyday trivia. Today's topic is one that has intrigued me for some time. My walk to work involves a short trip from Green Park, and I pass exclusive hotels, estate agents advertising second homes in France for 3 million euros, and a number of apparently residential... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 