After yesterday’s post I had a couple of messages asking if I was okay, and I am. (No I’m not just saying that)
A short post today, and one I feel slightly hypocritical about, as I queried whether David Torrance’s piece in the Herald yesterday had a point and I’m not sure that this has – but then he gets paid for his waffling, whereas you get to read my ramblings without a paywall.
Anyway, yesterday I got my mojo back, just for a little while. Long enough to tidy the house, change the beds and wash kitchen floor – don’t worry, this isn’t gong to turn into a housework blog.
Today is not a good day. It could be because of a number of reasons: Continue reading “Whine time”
So today, I did something that was so far out of my comfort zone, I wouldn’t have been able to see it using the Hubble telescope.
The sun has been shining.
I have had a reasonable walk and visited the Turner Prize – it’s official, I am a philistine. Today has been better, there has been writing, and even laughter, not just haha via DM, but actual laugh out loud in the street laughter.
2016 can fuck right off.
Waking to hear Bowie is dead is like a punch in the stomach. I know I never met him, but he was one of those people who was always there, not just a pop star, an icon. I grew up listening to him and was 16 when Labyrinth came out. A film my daughter finally saw and loved for this Christmas. I know getting older means more childhood heroes go, but I don’t have to like it.