I forget the artist who placed a pile of clothes in a corner of a room. The clothes represented the shackles of modern life. To discard them was…
What better way to start the day of a funeral with breakfast in a cheap supermarket café?
An old man got wheeled into the café in his wheelchair. He nodded to me as I glanced up and offered half a smile in greeting. His carer positioned him at a table looking at a wall. There was a whole side of the café pasted with a…
We just had a viewing on our maisonette (we’re trying to sell it). Because of a series of unfortunate events, we ended up being at home while the viewers were shown around. Not ideal. We normally…
I have realised that I have a strange view of marking students’ coursework.
When you have a set of tasks to do, you would normally feel accomplishment when finished……
New integrated dishwasher delivered yesterday. Had been waiting for weeks. Had the door ready and waiting once it was…
I remember when I was seven or eight, I used to observe the artex on the sloped ceiling that cut close to my cabin bed where I resisted sleep. I used to pick little extrusions off the ceiling, little nodules of plaster. Flattening my view ever so slightly. Fixing the bumps and imperfections…
I have been neglecting my writing over the last week or so. I am painfully made aware of this when I glance at my Medium stats.
Yes, alright Medium, I know I’ve been slacking. I’m working on it, ok?