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
the process of reading as unconscious as breathing
I have really struggled with reading in the last six months. This week, I finally tidied up the windowsill next
to go any distance across rough terrain
I want to talk about these boots.
These are the Scarpa Women’s Terra GTX hiking boots. They are what
a list of small, inconsequential pleasures
For no particular reason, yesterday I was thinking about the really quite terrible 2007 film Evan Almighty. You don’t
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
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 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