It is far too early to be up, but I cannot sleep. Instead, I am going to do something productive. I just haven’t figured that out yet. I could do some work while at home. I could go into work and do some work. I…
Claire has moved in, and already I am lost in my own home. Everything has been moved and I no longer know where my stuff is. Everything was boxed up in the wardrobe, but now it is on these shelves which stand up against the…
The evening is warm, almost too warm to be comfortable. A bead of sweat teasingly pauses on my forehead as my fingers dance on the keyboard. Despite having the windows open, not a breeze is available to quench my thirst for coolness. I look over…
I see the hot weather (in the south, anyhow) has brought out the best in drivers. On my way to Portsmouth this lunchtime, and huge articulated (and bright red) Royal Mail lorry almost crushed a Nissan Micra because the Micra driver was being impatient and…
