There are nine days until my 30th birthday. In light of these single digit days, I have revamped my 29 list: Call Embassy if passport doesn’t appear. Write blog posts that aren’t lists. Outline new projects. Read my 20th book of the year, and possibly more. Pop my ear. My cold from last week has moved into my right ear. Never has the phrase ‘blow it out your ear’ meant so much. Watch people bake Cakes for Japan, Edinburgh –…
A few weeks ago, Sarge and I were at the post office before most people are awake on a Saturday morning. ‘Nobody’s here,’ he said. ‘Everyone’s in bed. It’s 9.03 in the morning.’ We were dropping off my passport renewal form before boarding a train to Glasgow for the weekend. I checked the envelope for the thousandth time. ‘I forgot to cut and staple one of the two photos to the form,’ I was quoting the form. The same form…
I’ve never been a good stuffed up person. I’ve never liked taking naps, ask my parents. The last time I slept during the during the day, I’d had all my wisdom teeth out the day before. Last week, my body was gearing up for my annual cold, and this week it has lashed out. While I had a towel over my head just above hot water this afternoon, I put together a list of things to do when you don’t…
On my desk today, you’ll find: Coffee. Today’s blend is Columbian Supremo. 2 of 501 pens in the house at any given time. My perfume. I’m still working on the same bottle I bought two years ago. I collect perfume. I either have too much or not enough, considering bottles last two years. An eyeglass cloth, perhaps proof that I have one. My glasses are always smudged, and it would seem I never use it. Sewing kit. I never…
