Recursive Words

The life and times of a work-from-home software and web developer as he fights a house, four women, two cats, idiocy, apathy and procrastination on an almost daily basis.

Category: life

  • Breakfast Bookshops and Stranger Things

    After clearing the decks at chore-city this morning I walked (very slowly) into town with my middle daughter. She’s on crutches at the moment – recovering from anterior cruciate ligament surgery – a repair on an injury sustained in a rugby match about 18 months ago. It’s probably going to take a year to recover…

  • Reconnecting

    Well, here we are again. Another January 1st has rolled around, and with it, that familiar hum of “new year, new me.” This is where many people launch into grand declarations about resolutions, goals, and all the exciting things they are going to do this year. Not me. This year feels… different. Instead of looking…

  • Far from the Madding Crowd

    As the final hours of 2025 ebbed away, I sat on the sofa with a laptop, quietly lifting 22 years worth of blog posts into the air – to land them far from the madding crowd. After a rather horrendous run through the end of the year – more of a stagger than a run…

  • Boxing Day

    After falling off the internet in recent days, I reached out to a few friends around the world this morning – wishing them a happy “Boxing Day”, and none of them outside the UK had a clue what I was referring to. In the UK, the day after Christmas Day is “Boxing Day”. I just…

  • Christmas Day

    Somehow we’ve made it through Christmas in one piece. We all congregated in the lounge by mid-morning. There had been strict instructions to cap the budget at a sensible amount per person this year – because we all work now (well… all except our youngest daughter, who is heavily pregnant) – so none of us…

  • Work, chores and strictly

    It’s been a few days again. A few days since I last emptied my head into the keyboard. I’m not sure where the last week went, to be honest. Work, chores, and errands rapidly conspire if you let them – and I tend to let them. I’m trying to re-wind in my head – to…

  • On the outside, looking in

    I went to my other half’s work Christmas party as her “plus one” last night. It was interesting – being the person on the outside, looking in on the work friendships and relationships – not having to “be present”, or “show up”. I learned so much about a room full of strangers – a collection…

  • In search of my lost tribe

    I don’t recognise the internet any more. Walled cities have proliferated, filled with newcomers, settlers, and homesteaders – who invariably join each other in a race to the bottom – chasing just enough engagement to inflate their numbers without having to invest too much effort in establishing any sort of “real” relationship with anybody. When…

  • A Moveable Feast

    It occurred to me this morning that I’m becoming invisible. As wave after wave of new generations enter the scene from stage left, I’m increasingly the fool on the hill – recounting past adventures, and rolling my eyes at the surrounding cacophony. It got me thinking – about Midnight in Paris, and the book it’s…

  • Unnecessarily Difficult

    A few months ago I switched from Android to iPhone. In the process of doing so, somebody somewhere sold my phone number to a marketing moron, and before I knew it, I was receiving multiple calls per day from random numbers. Perhaps the most annoying were from a pre-teen telling me to call a random…

  • The Glyptotek and Tivoli Gardens

    Yesterday morning we set out bright and early for the “Glyptotek” – a vanity project built by Carl Jacobsen – the son of the founder of the Carlsberg breweries – to house his art collection. While wandering around the museum I found myself wondering if art is a really good tax break. It must be…

  • Oats, Harbours, Mermaids and Glogg

    Today was very much a day of new things. A breakfast of overnight oats, a pilgrimage of sorts, a marching military band, a mermaid, an open sandwich and a glass of glogg. After filling ourselves with quite wonderful oats first thing we wrapped up against the cold and set out on foot across the city.…