Recursive Words

An accidental Swiftie

Some years ago – while chatting with an old friend (and wonderful singer) in Oklahoma, the…
When does today become tomorrow?

While writing this (after procrastinating famously for the last hour), the clock is busy ticking past…
The Table for One Problem

It’s Saturday morning, and you find me sitting in the middle of the huge Wetherspoons in…
Not good at switching off

After burning the candle at both ends over the last few days, I pushed back a…
Breakfast at Wetherspoons

This morning you find me holed up in a booth at our local Wetherspoons – part…
Hello midnight, old friend

I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room – the last person standing in the…
Burning the candle at both ends

Last weekend I installed a writing app called “Day One” onto my laptop, with thoughts of…
Tiredness abounds

Sunday evening became Monday morning two minutes ago.
Chasing Elphaba

There comes a point where you get thrown under the bus so often, you start to…
The journey to the dark side is complete

We went out this morning in search of some new tea, coffee and sugar containers for…
Seven Days

It’s been seven days since I last wrote.
Has anybody seen my internet bicycle?

I’ve commented in the past about falling off the internet bicycle – somehow not finding the…