On surviving organisational failure

This is one of those posts that started life as an email in my rough draft folder and has been added to at irregular intervals since then. I’m going to tart it up a bit and post it so that it gets to see some of the world. The rough draft folder is a bit […]

On SatNags and Maps

I wrote this ages ago, but somehow never got round to posting it… *** Last summer, DB and I went on a road trip along the south coast of England in a weird and wonderful VW van. The van is truly wonderful in all sorts of ways, but its weirder habits are a little bit […]

On April mornings and riding into the blue

The view of the sky through the train station windows was of a grey, storm-laden morning. Looking out of the open end of the station was a completely different matter – blue sky and fluffy white clouds… Luckily, the train was going to take me out of the station and into the blue* 🙂 Makes […]

On walking not driving

DB isn’t a natural walker. He says his legs are too short. He’d rather drive. I used to walk or cycle all over the place when I lived by myself, but since moving here I have allowed myself to become lazy. Naja, as a by-product of my many problems and consequent doctors’ visits, we have […]

On swans and water policemen

When I think of November weather, my first thought is “grey” followed by cold, fog, drizzle, wind and rain. Today is the 2nd of November. It was 17 degrees (C ). The sky was blue and practically cloud free. DB and I went out in the boat. There aren’t many more enjoyable ways to spend […]

On getting back on the wagon…

..or train, depending on preference. I am back on the train to work after nearly two weeks sick leave. I’m not sure how much better I am than before, but anyway. Here I am. Not much has changed. Getting up early is still awful. The train is marginally less full – I have a seat […]

On commuting, phones and free time

I’m back on the train. I have joined the commuting classes – as if there were such a thing – and I’m quite glad about it. Not especially about the ride, but it creates a small space in my day where no one can complain about me ‘playing’ with my phone. No one can be […]

On potential existence

I am on my way to the embassy. My boyfriend booked – and his mum paid for – a weeks holiday in Lanzarote. It’s something like an Easter present, and something like a ‘You-must-have-a-break-before-you-have-a-breakdown’ mission. Having spent the last year in an unending battle with exams, quitting work, moving house, renovating, decorating, unpacking and furniture […]

On being wet, cold and bad tempered

It rained on the way to the train station. Really hard. Hailed too. I understand that it has to rain sometimes. I know the ground is rock hard. I know the farmers have been practically begging for rain for weeks. That’s all good and logical. I’m all for happy farmers. However. Why can’t it rain […]

On routines and newspapers

If you are the sort of person who not only wakes up at the same time every morning and gets the same train at the same time, but also reads the same newspaper, after a while, your friendly newspaper vendor will recognise you and have your newspaper folded and ready for you when you walk […]

On intolerance and trains

I would like to believe that I am a tolerant person. However. Commuting seems to bring out my intolerant side. Some things are especially infuriating. Take, for example, bikers. People who ride bikes. Most of my life I held the opinion that cycling was generally a good thing to do. Environmentally friendly and all that. […]

On getting a seat

I got a seat on the first train this morning! Ok, so I guess it’s not that big a deal, but it made my morning that much more fulfilling 🙂 Even if I had to catch an earlier train to do so…

On late busses

Yesterday morning I wrote about being able to walk. Yesterday afternoon I found out I could also run up hills. Not entirely voluntarily. That being said, no one actually forced me to run anywhere, so it probably was self inflicted, even if not intentional or planned. Besides writing on here I spent a happy morning […]

On waiting

I’m in southern Germany in a hostel with 11 other people. The hostel has one shower and we’ve all spent the day on the slopes. I think I’m the last of the unshowered. I don’t care, I have a good book (and a post to write :)). *** I hardly ever mind waiting as long […]