I’m probably going to be buying books I don’t need from shops I should have walked past. For the last several years – since the children were old enough – we have escaped for a long weekend in the spring to visit a European city. Just the two of us. An escape from life, work,…

I can still remember my youngest asking “Why is Katie crying?” – I can remember my response too – “because some people are horrible”. I’m watching the minutes tick down at the end of a three-day weekend and find myself wondering where the time has gone. In truth, it’s been a fairly quiet weekend. Sometimes,…

I started wondering if there might be some way we could be somewhere on the internet together – being present without being present. A few months ago I found myself sitting in the dark of the junk room in the dead of night, writing a blog post, and wondered how many other people were doing…

How does a fifty-something grown-ass man walk up to a soft toy in the street, pick it up, and then explain it’s for him? That he felt sorry for it? While walking home from town earlier today I happened upon a huge unwanted soft-toy of an elephant, sitting quietly at the end of somebody’s driveway,…

The pizza arrived, and I handed over control of the music system to my youthful charge – showing her how to connect to it via Bluetooth. With hindsight, this was probably a mistake. While everybody else was doing other things this evening I found myself spending a rare evening with my youngest daughter – just…

Blog posts about blogging are insufferable at the best of times. Let’s just say “I’ve moved house”, and leave it at that. After conducting all manner of covert experiments in recent days and weeks – driven by a creeping disdain for the continued and increasingly brazen commoditisation of readers by the major online publishing platforms…

While tinkering with something on the internet this evening – and shaking my head at my own idiocy when it comes to not only finding rabbit holes, but actively digging them. While tinkering with something on the internet this evening – and shaking my head at my own idiocy when it comes to not only…

How is it that if you look away for a few minutes, several days hurtle past? I guess it was a short week anyway – following the Easter long weekend – but still… it feels like I’ve been out of the loop forever. How is it that if you look away for a few minutes,…

It’s Easter Sunday Morning. I’m sitting in the junk room, eating chocolate at 11am. It seems wrong somehow. I probably need the chocolate – after staying up until 3:30am last night waiting for my middle daughter to get home from work. She’s up too, It’s Easter Sunday Morning. I’m sitting in the junk room, eating…

Every day seems to crash into the next at the moment. A never ending trudge towards nowhere in particular. Somehow almost a week has passed since I last wrote. Life keeps happening. Or rather, work keeps happening. Every day seems to crash into the next at the moment. A never ending trudge towards nowhere in…