Monthly Archives: May 2022

I realised today that I had no idea what day it was. I had to look at my phone. Each day has just blurred together into an amorphous whole of light and dark. And pain. Obviously. And, actually, my knee … Continue reading →

The weather has suddenly changed. After the many days of sun and blue sky, today the temperature plummeted and the rain came down in torrents. English torrents, of course. Anyone reading from Oz would probably class it as normal rain. … Continue reading →

As expected, this morning was a delight while my foot was useless. Sleep had been a bit sporadic as I tried to find a comfortable position. At least I was in a bed as opposed to the sofa I was … Continue reading →

So I sprained my ankle again today. I was in the park, with the girls, throwing the tennis ball and waiting for Freya to poo when I turned around too quickly and went over. My ankle didn’t want to move, … Continue reading →

As Mirinda jetted her way to Singapore then, eventually, to Oz, I basically had a day off. I didn’t have to buy any groceries and there was no-one to look after so, I just slobbed around. Mind you, I did … Continue reading →

Heathrow Terminal 5 ranks among my favourite airport departure places. It’s big and airy and light. And it has to have some of the happiest, friendliest staff I’ve ever come across in an industry that suffers a lot of criticism … Continue reading →

It is rare that I have a complete kitchen fail. That’s not to say that everything I cook is perfect. Far from it. I’m a rather messy cook and things never look as good as their publicity photos. Still, the … Continue reading →

At one point today, I walked out of my office, to tell Mirinda something. The sky was blue and there was a slight, happy breeze. It was the kind of perfect we’ve been experiencing lately. Then, as I walked into … Continue reading →

I don’t normally walk by Nero’s in Castle Street but, since Friday, I’ve had cause to do so three times. And each time, I have seen a man who has a ukulele and rides a bicycle. I only mention this … Continue reading →

Yesterday morning, Mirinda had an appointment with James, her hairdresser, so I thought it would be nice if we both walked into Farnham together. I’d sit in Starbucks and write my blog post while she had colour applied to her … Continue reading →