I've got a job interview this morning, so today's preparation has mostly involved mainlining cups of tea and cutting wafer-thin slices of chocolate cake; the slenderness of the slices allows me to convince myself that this obviates the fact I'm eating it at 9.20am as well as wiping out the calorie content. I should be … Continue reading Job interviews and happy places
More than years ago when I was away at university I would travel backwards and forwards from my hometown and where I lived during term time with all my possessions in the the boot of a small hatchback. I would pack everything into three blue plastic boxes at home and unload them an hour and a … Continue reading How did I end up with this much stuff?
I don’t think that the epithet Crap Town carries the weight of a UNESCO designation just yet, but it certainly doesn’t connote the rose-scented whiff of a World Heritage Site, more the aroma of rotting fish. Grimsby features regularly on the annual Crap Towns list, presumably these lists are complied by those who live down … Continue reading Life in a ‘Crap Town’
A couple of days ago I made myself a cup of tea in a flask and took it to where I volunteer so that I could enjoy a beverage out of the tiny flask-top cup. Flask tea is like camping tea. It’s invariably drunk outdoors and takes more effort than simply flicking the switch on … Continue reading The joy of flasks
The other day I had the patio doors open and was having a lazy hour reading a book. The quiet was disrupted by a rhythmic slapping noise. I looked up from my reading to see a moth repeatedly flying into the window pane of the patio door. It did this endlessly, unable to see that … Continue reading Banging your head against a glass door