I feel a warm little glow of satisfaction
I read that piece in the Observer last weekend about how fear of a miserable, long, dark winter is mostly
because of all the words I deleted
This is how many words I wrote last week:
During the working week 24 — 28 August, I wrote 13,671
how do you have a minor illness during a pandemic?
I didn’t write to you last Friday as I had planned. I was busy reenacting this scene:
I had
rummaging through all the paper
I feel like I have been taking notes on what I read since I was about 14, and that for
working from home is great until it isn’t
When I first moved out of London — and don’t worry, this isn’t one of those “why I left
a brain fizzing combination of accomplishment and virtue
In the twelve days between 26 December 2019 and 6 January 2020, I went to the tip four times. The
a thimbleful of cherry brandy for three shillings
I was recording a podcast interview for a corporate client a while ago — we all have to pay the bills,
this will take a minute
I was browsing the selection of books in my local charity shop recently when I encountered something wonderful: a microwave
having a summer; I recommend it
It wasn’t until midway through August that I realised what was happening: unlike the past fifteen years, I was
call the coastguard, I suppose
Recently, I made a trip back in time. I returned to a place that I have some very mixed feelings