The week has passed holidayingly, pausing only to upload smug photos of obscenely picturesque coastlines to social media with the sole purpose of irritating everyone stuck in an office. Aware that no holiday is complete without a dose of unnecessary drama, I obligingly slice the tip of my finger off while preparing supper on the … Continue reading Slice of life
The week has passed with the willingness and speed of a drugged sloth, dragging itself to its conclusion only because it would have been harder not to. On Thursday I got into a box and allowed my son to terrify me for five minutes. As a result, I feel my parenting duties are now fulfilled … Continue reading Fear of Flying
The week has passed, cheering Mo Farah to the rafters, but keeping just enough breath in its lungs to propel a hearty boo towards Justin Gatlin. I have decamped to Edinburgh, where I will spend the next week waving my arms at these people in the hope that coherent sounds will appear. On the basis … Continue reading Fringe benefits
The week has passed goutily. I know. I’m sorry. There’s nothing more tedious than people moaning about their ailments. But the trouble is that as a result of said gout, I’ve been more or less housebound all week, and able to do little more than fester on the sofa watching cricket. How does this differ … Continue reading Plums and berries and gout, oh my!