Sometimes on my drive to work in the mornings, I gaze out of the car window (usually the front one) at passing fields and wish I was a horse. Horses spend a lot of time in the countryside eating. They’re occasionally ridden. They have nice hair. But then the very fact that I am ableContinue reading “22 small joys in life”
Mindfulness definitely sounds like a load of bollocks. It’s the sort of word that sounds like it was made up by an American women’s magazine columnist in an article about how she went to find herself at a yoga retreat up a mountain in Goa. Surprisingly, this is not the case. The word mindfulness wasContinue reading “Mindfulness: what is it and is it good, or is it a load of bollocks?”
The below is a very, very short story I named ‘Until Five’. I kind of like it in a bleak sort of way and I doubt I’ll ever do anything with it, so that’s why I’m posting it here. Until Five One of my legs feels fuzzy against the other, like a kiwi. I can’tContinue reading “Until Five [fiction]”
Running is a strange, masochistic sort of activity. I realised today that I’ve never blogged about it before, which is silly really because I’ve been running (jogging/plodding) regularly for 5 years now.