Saturday song The trouble with tired is that, in theory, it’s perfectly natural: we are only meat and ideas and electricity and need our rest as much as our tea and cake. But often, the little weary voice ‘I’m knackered, leave me be’ is drowned by the drum thumps of needs-to-be-done and the shrieking hullabaloo […]
The Fear – 100 words
Quitters’ charter – 100 words
No such thing as bad weather… 100 words
My truth – 100 words
Thomas Nicholson – 100 words
What cosmic plan?
What cosmic plan? Today my yoga class was double booked. Oh shit! Dismayed as downpour soaked my mat, and wilted my perky resolve. So, we sat in the café and opened our hearts and thought that maybe this was better than Plan A Later, the gate was padlocked: No Entry – Deer Stalking! ‘Right dogs, […]