I’ve lately started nursing a dream, something to give shape and structure to this year off. I dream of becoming self-sufficient. Or more precisely, to somehow create a living income and escape the shackles of wage-slavery. All, preferably, without having to leave the comfort of my jammies. Continue reading
But the plans can wait! Today I am doing something! Today, I’m in that London, to visit a friend. Continue reading
So, last week, D-day, Year Zero, or – as I prefer to call it – Monday, came and went, heralding the start of my first non-working week. Now, you have my permission to beat me if I’m ever discovered complaining about having a year off work, but a couple of things have surprised me about this business of lazing about. Continue reading
It’s a minor fib to say I have no plan at all for this year. The one answer I was able to give to the ‘what will you do’ question was that I would spend more time with my parents, who, I’ve recently come to realize, can probably now be described as elderly. Luckily, they still have the majority of their marbles, if not quite enough for a tournament, and are able-bodied enough to enjoy their universe. Continue reading
I have a jar! You’re excited by this, I can tell. I have a jar. It’s blue ceramic, with a big bulbous bottom and tapering top. The only opening is a small slot cut out in the top. Exactly rubbish, in fact, for storing pickled onions. Continue reading
So, I appear to have started a blog (if you’re reading this, then you’re way ahead of me).
This turn of events is mildly surprising on a few levels. Firstly, before this morning I had never expressed an interest in reading, let alone writing a blog. Secondly, I’m a middle aged dunce who still thinks faxing is kinda neat and space-agey. Thirdly, I have no idea what I’m going to be writing about. Continue reading