Sunday 30 September 2012

A good weekend, with a mix of getting things done and doing things for pleasure.  Sometimes though, you just have to keep a sense of perspective...

She spent an age fishing a small fly from her drink, prodding ineffectively, increasingly desperate.  Why was she so upset – it wasn't her that had drowned.

Saturday 29 September 2012

I have said before that you see a huge variety of human life when commuting by train.  Like it or not, you are thrown into close proximity with a lot of other people and you see them in all moods.  This was someone late on Wednesday night, when there were only the two of us left in the carriage...

Her nose stung, inhaling the scent of someone else’s failure.  His eyes focused upon her with loathing for  being witness, anger now in the aniseed air.

Friday 28 September 2012

Oh dear, these gaps keep getting longer between posts.  I put this down to a) working full time and b) a Spanish exam.  Thankfully, the exam is now over and I am feeling a childish sense of freedom.  Now, I can read books, write books or simply stare out of the window with my mouth open without feeling guilty.  

Jammed on the charity-shop shelf, in dusty immobility.  I had to remove the books either side to take slide it out.  The dedication professed undying love.

Thursday 13 September 2012

Well, I'm back from holiday, with a little wrinkle of a long weekend before I start the new job full-time.  On the one hand, it feels like a collar going back on.  On the other, I am shaping it my way, so that I can use time to write and pursue the other interests I have developed in my time off.  That's the plan anyway...

The awkward gap between holiday and the real world, when the tan is still there, but washing drying and deadlines looming.  A new chapter starts here.