Just Random Shit!

This morning I decided that I’d like a change of scenery to compose my daily posting. On the way back from dropping my son off at school I stopped at my favourite coffee shop and treated myself to an Americano and a sausage sandwich. Deep joy! I opened my iPad and spent the next half…

It’s only easy when you know what you are doing! However intuitive people make their products, there is still a learning curve. I want to send an email promotion to past guests of mine at my holiday cottages in Snowdonia. You know the sort of thing – “Thanks for coming. It’s now winter. Here’s a…

My seventeen year-old son is a bit of a maths nerd. He is also a world-class procrastinator! And not just that, but a procrastinator who has never once come close to passing the marshmallow test! His reasoning: Why wait until tomorrow for two marshmallows when I can have one now, and chances are there will…

I love houseplants. I have many of them. I love the way that they bring nature into a space. In keeping with the theme that seems to have established itself this week, this morning I set about doing a spot of plant tidying! I have a few plants that were looking a little straggly. Where…

This week my partner, Karen, cleared our bedroom floor of shit. Not real shit (obviously!). Just the clutter that you leave on the bedroom floor. The half emptied suitcase from the last trip. The jeans that I will wear again, but not today. A bag of clothes for the charity shop. Bits left over from…

I’m worried about the budget next week. To be fair to myself, there is probably a fair bit to be worried about! It’s the first budget of a new government, secure in the knowledge that whatever they do, the electorate will have almost five years to get over it. It’s also the first Labour Party…

When I was younger I used to go fishing. All the time. I would regularly get up early and walk the two miles from my house, carrying all of my gear on my shoulders just to sit by the side of my favourite lake. I loved fishing. I could spend twelve or more hours each…

Several years ago my favourite Christmas chocolate, Terry’s chocolate orange, was reduced in weight from 175 grammes to 157 grammes (presumably to deliberately attempt to disguise the shrinkage by virtue of the fact that the brain would see the same three numbers and not notice that they were in a different order). They pulled off…

Gather round. I’ll let you into a secret… … … I don’t know what I’m doing!   There. I said it. Now you all know. Now you can all ignore me or maybe write some supportive platitudes whilst silently sniggering at my ineptitude. And it’s OK. I get that. You came last in the egg…

The journey is the bit where the stories come from. Stories don’t come from the destination. Stories come from the journey to get there. When I cycled from John-O-Groats to Lands End in 2011 there is only one story that I tell from the destination. And that is about the remarkable fact that they party…