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All the things I’m not writing about this week

July 4, 2017 By Ellen

My head is very full at the moment and there are dozens of things I want to write about. I’ve already forgotten some of the most brilliant ideas and the rest are getting fuzzier.

  • I’d like to theorise more about mental load and how to unload.
  • I want to write poetically about what happens when you live in the same place for long enough for life to start passing you by.
  • There’s something that needs to be said about teenagers and the point it starts to be their responsibility.
  • Green Day and the cancelled concert.
  • What you learn from climbing mountains.
  • I’m worried that there are so many more homeless people than there used to be.
  • Are they really making a film about Donald Crowhurst?
  • What’s the best way to find therapy through writing? And how can I even think about it when I can’t find time to write a coherent blog post?
  • What are we going to do with that week of the holidays?

Nah. It’s not happening. Instead here are some photos.

Not, in fact, a beautifully composed study of a thistle, but a damn good excuse to pause and get my breath back during a morning run.

 

Apparently one needs a selfie face or gesture. And you have to do exactly the same thing every time you take a picture of yourself. Weird.

 

Boy Three is having a go at ‘man leg’ during his first ascent of Ben Lomond. He was clearly fascinated by his mother’s lecture about the Highland Fault Line.

 

Summer in Scotland and you could be anywhere. Except, where else would you stand at the top of a hill in a cloud. While Boy Three was charmed to be in an actual cloud, he was less impressed by the dampness.

 

Blink and you missed the view.
Not much to say about this one.
Fun fairs – what’s the point? Paying good money to feel sick and dizzy. I just don’t understand it. What I did get – while holding the coats – was the chance to fail at capturing an arty reflection.

 

All these years in the city and I’d never been to Sharmanka. Go. It’s strange and haunting.

 

Ah yes. My selfie face is actually a selfie head. Since deciding to let the grey do its thing, I’ve become a bit fixated with the view of the top of my head. Can you see the grey hairs? I quite like them – like glittery strands. Just as well really.

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