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The new normal
My alarm goes off at 7:30am. I get up and have breakfast. At 8:00am I log in to my work laptop, check any tasks/calls for the coming day. I take a break every 50 minutes to stand and stretch. I write in my journal during a break. At midday I stop for lunch. After that…
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Mac Apps
Like many I’m working from home, and whilst I have a worked supplied laptop (a Windows system, ugh), I also have a MacBook with a separate monitor which is more comfortable for me to use. An install of Office means I can do some of my work here on this lovely operating system. Yet, like…
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What a wonderful world
Wrote this a couple of days ago, still processing all this, still adjusting. We are ok. I am ok but my emotions are veering all over the place from ‘it’s horrible but we will get through it’ to utter fury and outrage at the reaction of a government I didn’t vote for, to a quiet…
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The Recap: February 2020
I think I will remember February for mostly being wet and windy. Was there a time when there wasn’t a new storm landing on our shores to decimate a weekend? Elsewhere, Sasha has recovered well from her operation and is now happily ensconced back on the sofa (or on my lap) where she should be,…
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Bronze
This post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #35 — Bronze. We all laughed as we watched the episode of a long forgotten television show. It seemed like such a silly notion, to everyone else at least, that someone would colour themselves that way. But not to…
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Tracking my aims
tldr; I set myself some aims at the start of the year and, by and large, I’ve been mostly successful at sticking to them. Yay! I wrote a few weeks ago about some aims I had for the coming months, all of which were built from one core resolution, and I’m happy to say that…
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Celebration
The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #34 — Celebration. The radio breaks their early morning silence as they drive. “Next up, Kool & The Gang wi…” the announcer is cutoff as the ignition is killed. They step out of the car and pause to savour the…
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Progress update
At the start of the year I set out some aims for myself and, in the spirit of accountability, here’s how I’m doing with each. Writing – Write in my journal every day Progress – I have written in my journal everyday for the past 45 days! What’s next? – Get back into writing short…
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Why explore?
The full moon glowed, peeking out from behind the racing clouds. Glimpsed through the dark winter branches the surface, in all its mysterious pockmarked glory, seemed visceral, a small step away, a gentle leap into the night sky. As the clouds parted, glittering stars appeared, transporting me to places at the edge of imagination, beyond…
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Februarius
January is too long, this we already know. You only have to look to social media in the latter days to find post after post bemoaning the length of the month after Christmas, the month after the one we frittered our monies away on ‘things’ and ‘stuff’ and overconsumption. It’s Day 71 of January, etc…
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The Recap: January 2020
January is over; I’ve been getting physio on my knee (it’s improving, at last!), we celebrated Lucy being four years old, and my Uncle getting married. Our wee dog Sasha had a knee operation and is recovering well. I’m still a vegetarian and feeling good within myself for it. Ohh and we met up with…
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Bye bye Europe
My first visit was to northern France on a posh camping trip with my parents. We drove down, got the ferry across (to St.Malo I think), and then head to southern Brittany to a pre-erected tent with beds, a fridge, cooking equipment, table and chairs. It was warm, but a different kind of heat than…
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Kobe Bryant
I can’t remember exactly when but I can remember exactly where; my Uncles house in Dundee with my cousin Stuart. I can’t recall how it came about, but I’m guessing it was around about the time I was playing basketball for the school house team, and as my cousin also played it’s possible we’d been…
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Tennis
The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #29 — Tennis. I think the part I loved the most was when I was first released. That whooooosh, the rush of fresh air as the can was popped open, the golden light that greeted me as I tumbled…
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The Interview
The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #29 — Interview. Of course I was nervous, who wouldn’t be. The weeks of waiting now boiled down to the next couple of hours. I closed my eyes, focused my breathing, and thought of the conversations I’d had to…
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Happy 4th Birthday
Another year has passed and wow what a year you’ve had! OK, so I’d best mention your Mummy and Daddy getting married first, I guess, as it was a pretty big day in their life and I know how happy they were to have you there (don’t tell your Mum but I think you might…
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Aims not goals
I’ve already stated that my main resolution for 2020 is to be more mindful when I use social media. My reasoning is that I want to waste less time aimlessly scrolling, to give me more time to do other things that I get more personal value from, things that I know are good for me…
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Damage
The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #28 — Damage. “Look at you, with your designer pant suit, that flashy watch, and just look at your new £200 hairdo, aren’t you just so fuckin trendy! Put down that Starbucks cup and take a proper look at…
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Same hae meat
Welcome to the year 2020! A new year has arrived and with it a new resolve is found and plans are forged; a time of personal goals and improvements, a time to re-invent, to start over, to become a better you! To help you in your quest you’ll be pleased to find there are many…
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Village
The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #27 — Literature. The breeze rustled through straw rooftops as it gently buffeted its way through the village. Adam rose from the table, walked over to the stove and lifted the lid from the bubbling pot. He inhaled deeply…