As I admitted in a previous post, I fried my laptop. Again. I was all ready to cash in my coffee insurance, and was even a little proud of myself that I managed to do THE EXACT SAME THING a second time. I was racking up crazy writer points. To go with my Post-It notes and pens and frizzy hair. Or something. I had come to terms with the fact that my machine would stay fried, again. I might have…
Someone got stuck in our lift yesterday. No, it wasn’t me. Unlike other buildings I’ve lived in, the engineers came out quite quickly, and it was working again almost before I knew it was gone. People have actually asked me if I’m afraid of lifts. Well, no. If I were, I’d be screwed. Or at least much thinner than I am. As I’ve said before, I have no issue with stairs if friends and beer greet me at the top.…
I like my rain like I like my snow. Drumming on the roof and trailing down the windows while I read a book and sip hot chocolate. Candles optional. Marshmallows mandatory. I can’t drive in rain jackets. They flap about and slow me down and are generally useless. They get caught in my wheels and rip and get gross and unpresentable. I do have ‘clothes guards’ on my chair. But I think they should be fired. One of my nicknames…
And so, I am on my way home from work, with a blog post or two playing around in my head. I get home and I am all set to write. Actually can’t wait. My PA makes me a coffee before she leaves, and the cursor is blinking expectantly on the screen, ready for my words. My fingers reach for the keys. And my phone rings. I talk to my Dad, listening while my own sentences run through my head. …
I started this blog on August 10th 2010, in my living room. I’ve taken it to ‘the office’ (or, The Spare Room) and some coffee shops. 105 posts later, the computer that I type my posts on is back in the living room. In a year, I have filled two notebooks with post notes and drafts. These are then typed or spoken onto the screen by me or Sarge in exchange for the promise that I turn my computer off…
