Let’s pretend
I like to think that our family room is a writing studio. I sit here early in the morning with a cup of coffee or …
01 Jan
All change here
All change here
Like millions of other people I get twitchy at this time of year. It’s the terrible toos. I’m too fat, too unfit, too poor, too …
03 Jan
Courier pigeons
Courier pigeons
Yesterday I messaged a friend asking if he had a ball-peen hammer I could borrow. He’s the kind of guy who not only knows what …
02 Jan
Perspectives
Perspectives
As part of our refurb we’ve moved our bed. Oh my god, are you so desperate for content that you have to tell everyone that you …
28 Dec
The Apprentice
The Apprentice
I started writing this post back in August 2014. It seems like forever ago. It was a Saturday morning. I was dozing because I like …
22 Nov
Baby steps
Baby steps
If we are to believe all those self-help books we should be leaping out of bed, scouring our bodies with (organic) nettles, checking off all …
21 Nov
Two years of winter
Two years of winter
I haven’t written here for years. Hello? Is there anyone out there? Do people still even read? Why would they when I don’t write – …
23 Oct
To be Wellington
To be Wellington
There are harbors everywhere. There’s weather everywhere. There are tug boats and super yachts and ferries and all kinds of nautical phenomena to be found …
22 Oct
Messages from the past
Messages from the past
In the past was common to pass plants, of all kinds, on. To share them with others. They were a kind of message in a …
21 Oct
No circulars
No circulars
Here we go again. Do you ever get that feeling? Groundhog day; deja vu; hang on, I’ve been here before; there’s nothing new under the sun; technology …