To misquote Frank Turner: you know your life is heading in a questionable direction when you hurt your back and daren’t ask anyone for help.. It’s indeed a long road up to recovery. And to a tidy house.
I have a cycling jacket which I wear when I go cycling. I have a coat which I wear when I go anywhere (outside) without my bike. If I am likely to be going anywhere after cycling, or cycling when I get somewhere, I wear one and take the other one with me. Today, I […]
I am told that the second day is the worst.
I hope that’s true.
I’ve mostly slept on an airbed since moving into my flat. The first one died, despite the stars, and I replaced it with a second of the same sort. I love airbeds, especially the deep ones, but since winter arrived it’d started to get damp underneath and I really really don’t want the floor to […]
Lying here in bed, I realised that I’m in the same bed as I was in yesterday. That hasn’t happened for a while. A whole week in fact. I left my house on Friday morning last week and slept in a different bed each night until I got back home on Thursday evening. I love […]
This morning I heard an ominous hissing…
The radio comes on loudly, waking us up the way it does every morning. DB sits up and looks across at the dog (C) we’re looking after, who’s sleeping on the floor next to his side of the bed. DB: (excited) Good morning C! It’s time to get up! Yup yup yup! It really is! […]
– though admittedly not at the same time! On Saturday I went skiing. I also went skiing on Sunday, but I’ve already written about that here. This is going to mess up the chronology of my posts, but hey… deal with it. After 3 weeks of thawing and piffling about snowing-but-not-settling, it finally snowed properly […]
A new year, a new habit. Why not flying? 😉 Except I don’t mean flying in either the jumping-off-cliffs-and-flapping-your-arms-about sense, or the more civilised sense, elbowing my way through the masses of small children and tense parents into MY seat on an aeroplane. I do a fair bit of that as it is. I mean […]
(I have finally made myself do my Ski-Training, so I can write again ;)) My life seems to be full of paperwork at the moment. I’d like to say I’m getting better at dealing with it, but I think that would be lying. It seems to create more problems and hassle per square inch than […]
Why is it, on some days getting out of bed counts as productive already, and others -like today- I can wash my hair, help out at Sunday school, clear and sort my kitchen, sort out a folder of certificates and ‘important’ papers, think about Christmas presents for people, decorate a pinboard, write 3 emails (one […]
Explain this: This morning, as on many others, I had to fight myself to get out of bed. It was so cold everywhere but under the duvet, and I snoozed and I faffed about and ended up running halfway to work, so as to be marginally less late. (My minutes of lateness seem to add […]