Thoroughly Good 2017

19/365 Know-It Alls

The day started with news that a former colleague has died.

Same age as me. Mother. We weren’t close. Hadn’t spoken in years.

One of the people I looked-up to back then. Someone to aspire to be like. Back when television programmes had…

3/365 If I Were A Kept Man

When I’m on leave from the day job I often end up thinking that I’d quite like to be one of those husbands whose spouse earns so much money that I’d end up staying at home pottering — a mid-morning coffee in front of the TV, a trip to the community library, and a spot of light…

61/365 An Unexpected Delivery

I’ve bought some new equipment for my filming trip in Nepal next week. It arrived this morning. I was…

82/365 Procrastination and its flirtatious younger sibling Displacement

13/365 Big School

I hate the phrase ‘Big School’. I’ve never really been clear for whose benefit infantilising the rite of passage from nursery to primary school is — parent or offspring.

But it made sense to me today. The term — or rather the intent behind it — has a forgivable charm…

10/365 I Want To Help

My knees were killing me tonight as I walked back from Hither Green Station. (I’m not entirely clear what happened to that grand plan to get the train back from London Victoria to Forest Hill last week — I’ll have to revisit it tomorrow.)

7/365 Walks, Cemeteries and Imposter Syndrome

I’ve walked nearly 5 miles today according to my Fitbit. Started with a sedate trot down Fordel Road with our oversized, now unwanted, Christmas tree. Now deposited at one of Lewisham Council’s designated Christmas graves inside the boundary of…

5/365 Bloody Tom Daley

It may seem a little early to say this, but a new routine has established itself in 2017 without me especially trying.

These posts — written in fear of a strictly self-imposed 600-word limit — are written in around half an hour, early in the evening. Additionally…