Good news is no news

Good news is no news

For more years than I care to mention, my early morning routine has varied and shifted with the demands of my work. Sometimes I have cooked a hearty breakfast; sometimes I have thrown a slice of toast into my mouth as I leave the house.  On other mornings I have...
Giving it the boot.

Giving it the boot.

So, I finally did it. That pile I made, about four years ago and wrote a blog about,  clearing the physical crap out of my life. I finally got rid of it. Well, I got rid of some of it anyway. I still think my methodology for minimalising was sound, it’s just taken me...
The gift of simplicity

The gift of simplicity

For better or worse, I used to quite enjoy kicking back and watching Top Gear on a Sunday afternoon with a cup of tea and a toasted teacake. This was during the Clarkson, May, Hammond years and not the travesty of a show it became after Clarkson got a bit ‘punchy’ in...
Remembering to play

Remembering to play

Here’s an irony for you: When I was a kid, I moved around a lot. I moved schools, homes, locations and friends. It was just a result of family changes and I didn’t have any control over it. I don’t resent it because I didn’t really know any different. I actually had a...
Who am I?

Who am I?

Up to a year or so ago I was a Dad. Then something happened that has changed my life forever. My children grew up. I turned fifty last year, not that I apply any relevance to my age or even celebrate my birthdays anymore, but I had a realisation that for the past...