... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
dear diary ...
up just before one ... wide-awake ... peed ... opened neil macgregor's most excellent book about german culture and history ... read three easy chapters ... out of the door at two forty-five and in at work just before three-thirty ... someone else's vehicle had been abandoned in my loading bay with a flat battery ... shifted various trucks then walked around the block with heavy-duty jump leads because a gate was still locked after the holiday ... loaded and got away in just over three times as long as the recommended departure ritual ... first customer was in no hurry to unlock their gate so waited twenty minutes in vain then drove on to the second etc etc and returned to first five hours later ... much much later than that, after the end of an eleven hour shift, took action ... hurried back to putney, legged it down town and enrolled on next term's digital design course at putney art school ... there i'll have a go at making this look professional, not just professional but glossy and slick ...
... see if i don't !
... see if i don't !
Friday, April 3, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
3BT
A couple of
mouthfuls of cold perry to wash down half a mouthful of very salty Stilton.
Three
letters, lovingly written and lovingly sealed, and ready-to-post to lovely people.
At first
light, the loved one asleep on new cotton pillowcases, her hair spread wide like
a fairy tale romance.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
3BT
The weather changes before first light. After leaving Reading in a bitter frost, on passing through Swindon, I see from the early train that the roofs of the terraced houses
and the streets are white with snow.
At the station itself, large flakes of snow whirl around the lamps and settle on the hunched shoulders of the boarding passengers.
In Wiltshire, arriving in the warmth of their cosy little house, i find my daughter and her two sons glowing with vitality and intelligence.
Back at home in time for tea, discovering I have won six pounds and ninety pence on the euromillions.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
Saturday, January 3, 2015
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