I left Cornwall mid-morning yesterday after a long promised visit to my parents.

After working throughout the entire summer, and disappearing for one long weekend during that time, I finally shut my computer down on Friday evening with no intention of switching it back on for the coming week.

We went to the cinema this evening, and watched an advance screening of “Nuremberg”, starring Russell Crowe, Rami Malek, and Michael Shannon.

It’s half past lunchtime on Sunday, and you find me hiding out in the junk room at home, listening to a singer-songwriter playlist.

I just looked at the clock in the corner of the computer screen after consciously trying to figure out what day of the week it was.

Two of our oldest friends hosted a joint 50th birthday party at the rowing club in town last night.

What is the “right” age to act?

One of the current WordPress writing prompts asks “what historical event fascinates you the most ?”

After spending so many years surrounded by chaos at home, it always feels a little bit odd when travelling to find life suddenly becalmed.

After a wonderfully unplanned night out with friends last night, we scraped ourselves out of bed this morning, threw clothes into travel bags, and set off towards Wells in Somerset – a small town near Glastonbury.