Sleep is a precious thing On Monday I managed to get some golden hours of sleep between 3-something and 7am when the alarm went off. It was such good sleep I lay in bed longer than I should have, savouring the after feeling of all that sleep, like running a finger around a plate to… Continue reading Book book go (7.22)
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Every day is like Sunday (3&4.22)
It’s been a struggle to write in the past two week because for most of my time has been spent at my desk, hardly moving at all. My fitness tracker buzzes at me regularly, telling me to get up and move, but mostly I ignore it, attached to my screen but not feeling any sense… Continue reading Every day is like Sunday (3&4.22)
Darkness on the edge of town (50.2021)
It feels like it's been grey forever. The days are short and never really light. The cloud hides the sky most of the time. I lose track of the days. On Tuesday I think, at least it's the weekend tomorrow. But it's not. On Wednesday I think it's Friday, but it's not. What day is… Continue reading Darkness on the edge of town (50.2021)
Too early, too loud, too kind, too many (46.2021)
The C Word It's still November but here in the UK attention seems to have turned to Christmas already. The radio is full of ads advising us to shop and shop and shop and buy more food and maybe buy new furniture and generally buy your way into celebrating the Festive Season. There's even a… Continue reading Too early, too loud, too kind, too many (46.2021)
Restart, reframe (41.2021)
This week, after a long break, I tuned in again to the Wake Up/Wind Down podcast. This week Niall was talking about Irish poet/philosopher John O'Donoghue. And there was a fabulous quote to start the week: "Many of us have made our world so familiar that we do not see it anymore. An interesting question… Continue reading Restart, reframe (41.2021)
Light in the morning (40.2021)
I started the week in Scotland, and spent a long, leisurely Monday travelling back by train from Fort William to London. I managed to have my solo time on the West Highland Line after all, staring out the window and watching the scenery slipping by, while I nibbled at my packed breakfast, dreaming of one… Continue reading Light in the morning (40.2021)
Books, music, tea (38.2021)
It's been a week with some grim news - the delays in diagnosing and treating cancer caused by Covid-19; the fuel shortages that the government is insisting don't exist; the collapse of several energy companies as gas prices increase just as winter is approaching. Sometimes the news implies that we are on the verge of… Continue reading Books, music, tea (38.2021)
Putting the pieces back together (31.2021)
It's strange how pieces from different places connect sometimes. I'm not talking about jigsaws here (for once). I heard this week that one of the more interesting novels I've read in recent years, Drive your Plow over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk, has been made into a movie called Spoor. I found… Continue reading Putting the pieces back together (31.2021)
August – what? (30.2021)
How did it get to be August already? July seemed to pass in a very short blip of time. Is it because I spent so much time doing jigsaw puzzles? This week we had our big social event of the summer which was hosting five people for a barbecue. Our barbecue trademark is overcatering. Seven… Continue reading August – what? (30.2021)
What does freedom look like? (29.2021)
I stood in the doorway of the restaurant. "Do I need this?" I asked the man, waving the mask in my hand. "No, you don't need that anymore," he replied. "What about scanning? Do I need to check in?" I asked, pointing at the QR code on the door. "Not unless you want to," he… Continue reading What does freedom look like? (29.2021)
Tales from Tobhamhor 