This is on the edge of things that you hunt for, rather than things you encounter. But it’s an easy one – the city is littered with bus tickets, one way or another. This time, I find the ticket on the seat of the bus next to me. I feel a bit furtive. I don’t …
Category archives: Moments
E is for energy
Somewhere along the line, I put my energy down for a bit, and forgot to pick it up again. I think that was it. Maybe I put it down and someone else thought it was theirs, and made off with it. Maybe I forgot to renew my energy, and now there are fines due. I …
12 Oct: a room in your childhood home
Which home? Which room? There’ve been a few. I think I need to describe my own room – that’s probably easiest to remember, and remember how I felt there too. We moved, you see. We moved quite a bit. Only in the UK, mind, but always long distance, enough that we were starting afresh each …
H is for holiday
I am meant to be putting things into piles. It’s holiday season – school have shut, families are making plans. I have decided to organise myself by…reading a large novel. This isn’t my usual approach. Normally holiday times come round and I’m prepared, a week in advance, even. This time round, no. Call it late …
10 Oct: I often forget…
…that I’ve already told you a story. Or a joke. Or an anecdote. So. Sorry about that. But have you heard the one about picking brambles? Raking leaves? Buying more food than you need and struggling to fit it into the kitchen? Oh. You have. I know, because I seem to have written about each …