I’m starting a new routine tomorrow. I mean, sort of. It’s been a crazy week, and will be crazy right til the end – Sunday, right til the end of Sunday. Then on Monday we’re going away, driving up to
Belgrave Station, 3pm on Friday, at the bus bays. A teenage boy (perhaps 16_ and an older man (maybe 40) are occupying a seat as I approach, pushing Amelia in her pram ahead of me. There are a couple of
It’s 6:53pm but it’s not dark yet. The sky, where it can be seen through greyed cotton-ball clouds is that especially bright hue called ‘cyan’ that tends to give that great expanse that look of having been washed clean. Two
I have a friend. Or had a friend. He was a good friend – we were on the same wavelength, we “got” each other. We could be brutally honest with each other, and that was OK. But then stuff happened.
I heard it on the radio – did my ears deceive me? I only heard a snippet, perhaps I was mistaken? Indeed, it is true: according to a survey by Tecmark, smartphone users will pick up their phones 221 times
So it’s 12:50am and I am determined to post before I go to bed, even if it’s not strictly Friday anymore. “Today” (or so I like to call it, still) was quite a jam-packed day. I… Went to the Haby