• my diary

    you know it’s a bank holiday when…

    …the pervasive chill filling the apartment emanates not from the open windows, the comfortingly well stocked fridge-freezer nor even from my reaction to the eleventh ‘hey babe’ text message of the weekend; in time honoured BH tradition the combi boiler has decided to join the rest of the nation in kicking back for a bit of down-time, disassociating itself with…

  • my diary

    i’m only sleeping…

    Well having (naively, perhaps) anticipated some peace and quiet prior to my Glasgow and Edinburgh visits, I have been somewhat caught on the hop this week and a very busy time has been had; the combination of the end of school holidays and the end of the month payday is a powerful one indeed, it seems!  Encounters have ranged from…

  • my diary

    stranger in a strange land…

    Following my recent brush with doom and subsequent recovery, I have this week been getting back on top of things and taking full advantage of my recent gym-joining, to the point that it became obvious that I was going to have to get kitted out with some backup exercising gear (or resign myself to having the washer on three times…