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 →
In these days of uncertainty, where the only news seems to be confirmation that the world is losing its mind, I start thinking again about all the skills I would need to survive without the comforts of the modern world. Nearly every time I open the paper, and read about Trump, or Putin, or Assad,... Continue Reading →
I was walking to work through Green Park as usual the other day, early on another sunny morning in what should already be Autumn. It is a strange pleasure wearing summer skirts as m feet brush through the falling leaves. Not exactly unwelcome, but does add to the general sense of foreboding about the future.... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 