Translating ourselves back to ourselves
I wrote this some months ago, and finally decided to put it up. Then a close relative died. It has …
I wrote this some months ago, and finally decided to put it up. Then a close relative died. It has …
Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, and part nine. 91. …
I’m thinking about the ways in which we value strength, and the kinds of strength we value. And when we’re …
Bah dum tish. I’ve been thinking about getting a cane for some time. I am the kind of person who …
You’ve heard me saying that blogging was my only vice. It just felt like time for an ABBA “quote”. You …
Actually, I spent most of Saturday semi-conscious, but here are the other things with which I have concerned myself: 1. …
Synchronised pigging. This heart-shaped pose made my day. Our favourite redheads are settling in fine. Pepper looks politely puzzled when …
A few months ago, I signed up to Postcrossing. It’s kind of similar to Bookcrossing, but instead of following clues …
‘What do you do, darling?’ ‘If you’re doing an Arts degree, are you going to be a teacher?’ Questions of …
Well, I know how much you all love pictures of my guinea pigs, and who am I to deny anyone …
Part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, and part eight. 81. I went …
A bit of a weekend crowdsource. My dreams tend to conform to the following features: Resemblance to daily life, to …
I’ve taken to walking around this new neighbourhood. There’s nothing like moving down those streets yourself to memorise and integrate …
I post pictures of myself on the Internet because it is part and parcel of blogging about my life, but …
Well, Cardamom and Pepper have been part of the household for six weeks now, and it’s been a bit of …