I'm calling it challenge week because it contained challenges for me and also because I am challenging myself. What does that all mean? Read on and find out. This week's yoga mood - negative. Much as I love James' classes, I didn't log in for the Monday morning class, it was a public holiday after… Continue reading Week 22.2020 – challenge week
Adventures in fermenting #5
Excited by my experiences with fermented soft drinks, I decided to purchase a book that would inspire me to experiment with other types of fermentation. Something with such a wild cover could only be inspirational, right? Hmm, not really. Or maybe I'm not quite ready for the full fermentation commitment yet. Certainly I'm not ready… Continue reading Adventures in fermenting #5
A different kind of morning
Pre-lockdown, my weekday mornings followed a set routine - get up, get showered, get dressed, get fed, get out of the house, get to the station, get on a train, get to work. Not a lot of variation in that routine except in how long it took me to complete these tasks which would affect… Continue reading A different kind of morning
Week 21.2020
I know we are still in lockdown but this week I had the feeling that I can see the end of the tunnel. Or at least an oncoming train. But I feel this week that maybe there's a chance that this physical lockdown will lift a little, and with it the mental lockdown that I've… Continue reading Week 21.2020
Week 20.2020
This week's health report: I've had ongoing pains in my arms during the night. It feels like pins and needles but it's also hot and painful, enough to wake me up and stop me getting back to sleep. It seems to be getting worse and is happening during the day now. I'm at the point… Continue reading Week 20.2020
I miss coffee
I'll start by saying that I am not a coffee addict. I'm not a coffee snob. I don't need six cups of coffee to get through the day. I don't need a cup of coffee to get me started in the morning. But on my days in the office (that seem so far away now),… Continue reading I miss coffee
Megan’s travel diary
The hostel kitchen was small and smelt of garbage. All the cups and plates were chipped and some of the saucepans didn't have handles, but it was a kitchen, and having access to a kitchen meant having a hot meal but not at restaurant prices. I was boiling pasta and avoiding the stares of the… Continue reading Megan’s travel diary
