Gathering Swallows
In my neverending bid to increase the number of subscribers to this blog, I have been planning on cross-posting to
Once More Up The Hill
I've had a nightmare.
I put up last week's review a week late because I forgot
Standing Orders
My plan to write the intros for this year's quarter-finals using the bones of old reviews has failed.
Pandemic Postcards
If you've been following my reviews of the quarter-finals, you'll know that I've been
Conversations with Myself
I thought I had it sorted.
I was going to have all of my intros for the quarter-finals written ahead
The Minibus of Despair
It's the quarter-finals, which means I can crack out the only piece of reusable content I have for
Zen and the Art of Instagram Scrolling
Lying on my back in Shavasana at yoga on Monday, I tried to work out whether I had entered a
Nailbiter
This week I opened a can of butterbeans with my bare hands.
That is, without using a knife to flip
Sliding Doors
Harbouring dreams of redesigning it into a chic office space/yoga studio, we smashed to pieces the spare bedroom’s