Hello, dear readers!
It’s easy to bow to the norm. To become weighed down by the way things are and therefore, surely must forever be. Easy to allow one foot to fall in front of the other, as you trudge down the well-worn path of the everyday, the hum-drum, the normal.
What’s a little more difficult is to break free of these self-imposed patterns, but as with a lot of things that require that bit more work, doing so can be so liberating.
What am I talking about? Well, it all boils down to two very simple things. Films, and coffee.
Wednesday, 24 November 2021
Wednesday, 17 November 2021
The Charm
Hello, dear readers!
I was having such a good week.
Yeah, it was all going really quite well. Nothing amazing, you understand, but nothing terrible either. I’d had a couple of lazy-ish days, and I’d even secured the television for the England match played on Friday night, which we won, handsomely. Yes, it was all going so well… and then I had to go and sabotage it all.
And the worst thing? It was all planned, too.
To pierce the fog of mystery, this was the week, in fact, the weekend, in which both myself and my ever-wonderful wife, Tina, had our Covid-19 booster jabs.
I was having such a good week.
Yeah, it was all going really quite well. Nothing amazing, you understand, but nothing terrible either. I’d had a couple of lazy-ish days, and I’d even secured the television for the England match played on Friday night, which we won, handsomely. Yes, it was all going so well… and then I had to go and sabotage it all.
And the worst thing? It was all planned, too.
To pierce the fog of mystery, this was the week, in fact, the weekend, in which both myself and my ever-wonderful wife, Tina, had our Covid-19 booster jabs.
Wednesday, 10 November 2021
Out To Lunch
Hello, dear readers!
A change, they say, is as good as a rest.
I’m not entirely convinced by this line of reasoning. To me, a day of doing nothing, putting the feet up, perhaps dragging oneself off the couch to make a cup of tea before heading slowly back to base sounds pretty idyllic.
As for the change, well, that very much depends on the change in question. I mean, being magically transported from my place on the couch to a cage full of hungry lions, tigers, and bears (oh my) would be quite the change. Other than the initial rush of adrenaline, however, I can’t envisage it as being a wholly positive one. For the hungry predators, maybe, but for me, ah… not so much.
Having said that, it is a good idea, every now and then, to shake off the cobwebs and embrace the ever so slightly different. Yesterday was a case in point.
I don’t want to lead you astray here. We’re not talking anything on too grand-a-scale, here. There were no ravenous beasties to battle, no skydiving, no death-defying feats of derring-do at all, in fact. No, the change in question was far more sedate than any of those risk-filled activities.
We went out for a spot of lunch.
A change, they say, is as good as a rest.
I’m not entirely convinced by this line of reasoning. To me, a day of doing nothing, putting the feet up, perhaps dragging oneself off the couch to make a cup of tea before heading slowly back to base sounds pretty idyllic.
As for the change, well, that very much depends on the change in question. I mean, being magically transported from my place on the couch to a cage full of hungry lions, tigers, and bears (oh my) would be quite the change. Other than the initial rush of adrenaline, however, I can’t envisage it as being a wholly positive one. For the hungry predators, maybe, but for me, ah… not so much.
Having said that, it is a good idea, every now and then, to shake off the cobwebs and embrace the ever so slightly different. Yesterday was a case in point.
I don’t want to lead you astray here. We’re not talking anything on too grand-a-scale, here. There were no ravenous beasties to battle, no skydiving, no death-defying feats of derring-do at all, in fact. No, the change in question was far more sedate than any of those risk-filled activities.
We went out for a spot of lunch.
Wednesday, 3 November 2021
Oven Ready
Hello, dear readers!
And welcome to the most troublesome part of the weekly blogging... how to start.
Yup, blank page syndrome is most definitely a thing, and as someone who has been known to jot the odd thought down, it’s a thing which proves irksome in the extreme.
One has to start somewhere, but where is that? What will grab the attention? What will make an impact? Where can I shoehorn in some horrendous pun, which only I find funny? As I open up the word processing package and look down at the keyboard, these questions and more are always at the forefront of my mind. Eventually, I’ll type out a few words. Then, most of the time, I’ll delete them and start again, until something, somewhere, clicks and that first thought leads on to others. Only then, once the flow is established, are we finally cooking on gas.
Which, rather handily, brings me on to the topic of today’s offering, and no, it’s not gas, but the thorny issue of cooking.
And welcome to the most troublesome part of the weekly blogging... how to start.
Yup, blank page syndrome is most definitely a thing, and as someone who has been known to jot the odd thought down, it’s a thing which proves irksome in the extreme.
One has to start somewhere, but where is that? What will grab the attention? What will make an impact? Where can I shoehorn in some horrendous pun, which only I find funny? As I open up the word processing package and look down at the keyboard, these questions and more are always at the forefront of my mind. Eventually, I’ll type out a few words. Then, most of the time, I’ll delete them and start again, until something, somewhere, clicks and that first thought leads on to others. Only then, once the flow is established, are we finally cooking on gas.
Which, rather handily, brings me on to the topic of today’s offering, and no, it’s not gas, but the thorny issue of cooking.
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