If you’re lucky enough to have had any contact with me in times a-recent, you’ll be aware of the existence of Bees, my (and Harry’s) cat. Bees is a musically trilling firework; a manic pixie dream boy; a veritable teenage mutant bat cat; our significant shadow tabby. Bees is, quite frankly, a magnificent beast. And… Continue reading On a small black cat who likes yoga
Hello folks. Today I've officially been having a Day Off, and not because I am poorly, but because I can! It's delightful. Harry being his teachery good self, his time in terms, while I, being wayward scribbler (of sorts), means I've spent the day Han Solo. It's a funny, reflexive thing when you're not used to spending time… Continue reading Get Up Offa That Thing! (beating the racer snakes)
I've a confession to make. (it's this big <-->.) In the end, I didn't do the Great West Run. These four weeks since starting up in Bristol has forced me, after many months of hibernation, to embrace the return of Sensible Badger. With her fearsome nose of polished coal, furrowed grumpfbrow, and growlsome demeanour, she's… Continue reading The return of Sensible Badger
How's this for an oxymoron: Harry and I are on a summer Scotland expedition! You heard me right. We've split it between Edinburgh and the bonnie Isle of Arran. Translation: we have between us half a pair of trousers and two shoes still dry. Intepretation: We are currently sheltering in 'PHT', one of our locals,… Continue reading What to do when it rains in Scotland? (Ahhhhhhhhh Barry Manilow)
On a roof of skid-resistant treacle, the sun's hot beams out, to heat a weary stomach. I am a bad poet at best, I know. But how often do we grab time to create a whimsical sentence or few, like that scrap? Not often. That's unless you get lucky, and out on the canal. Out… Continue reading Out on the Canal
Seeing as many of my posts have so far been preoccupied with the messiness of my running game - and I did promise meanderings from the outset - I felt it was high time I spent some of my writerly energies on an altogether different, yet still universal, fixation: Harry's hair. Harry's hair has featured… Continue reading Talking about: Harry’s hair.
Lately, in the wee small hours, I've been fighting a cold, bloody battle with my whirring brain to get back to sleep. The upshot? I'm exhausted; my challenger, unperturbed. Unable to annihilate him, whatever the a.m., I fall to the only two things I can muster the energy for to distract my juddering thought cycle. One… Continue reading Feeding the Monster Introspection