Writing to me, is simply thinking through your fingers ~ Isaac Isamov
This message greeted me on entry into bathoom this morning (‘Doidy’ is the closest the toddler has got to ‘Daddy’, but a step up from ‘Marmite’ which appeared to be his previous given moniker). Kate left us this message previously. Other applications involving sticking letters to small children and the retired. They are also…
May the 4th be with you. Today was lovely. Kate and I attended the Christening of my friend’s daughter Savannah-Rose at our local church. The sun shone on their family, and the service was tremendous and very geared up for the children, with lots of singing, tambourine shaking and flag waving. Kate had a whale of…
I have few regrets in life, but one of them is that I didn’t choose the right subject for my undergraduate degree. I think if I had my time again I would have chosen psychology or philosophy (over Geography), or perhaps a combination of the two as they seem inextricably linked. Looking back at that…
You’ve got to sing like you don’t need the money, Love like you’ll never get hurt, You’ve got to dance like nobody’s watchin’, It’s gotta come from the heart if you want it to work. Susanne Clarke and Richard Leigh I do. A short post a day to keep me in check and to see…
I would be lying if I said it was easy. It’s been a hard week, and no one has had much sleep now that Kate’s ‘big teeth’ have decided to make an appearance. Add a cold on top of that, and you’ll understand that this bank holiday will largely be spent in hibernation. There are…