On illogical guilt

Can someone please explain why my brain feels the need to produce guilty-conscience-feelings for vacuuming so noisily during 5 minutes of DB’s TV programme (which he was dozing through anyway), whereas his is perfectly content to relax so lazily through my cleaning??? It’s not as if I mind him lying on the sofa, watching TV […]

On bikes, breadbuns and guilty conciences

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She learned to ride a bike (slowly) and when she grew up she still liked cycling. That little girl was me. Now I’m a whole lot older, even if not that much bigger. When I started work, I lived in a house half an hour’s walk […]