Another picture for the 365 Project.
It feels like ages since I’ve had a chance to go out with the camera and spend some time gathering pictures for the 365 Project. I had a couple of hours spare in York this afternoon and managed a few pictures of a very busy, very sunny Saturday afternoon.
They call it quitting in America. Sudden and certain and sure of itself. I quit. That’s done with. Move on. Here, we linger. We try. We attempt. We’re sort of thinking of packing it in a week on Wednesday. We schedule in advance for a day that never quite arrives. And then one day last… Continue reading Quitting
I’ve travelled in a plane for three return journeys in the whole of my life. The first two times were when I was in my early teens, and I don’t remember a great deal about them. The third time was more recently, on a trip to Spain, which was just about the closest place that… Continue reading Fearing Flying
Mike and I cooking together always seems like such a lovely fun idea; something we can do with each other at the end of a long day at work. I imagine us standing at the kitchen worktop, chatting away about our day whilst beavering away in harmony and stopping only for an occasional romantic glance… Continue reading Sticky 5-Spice Gammon (Without the 5-Spice)
I’m from a lifetime of Marks and Spencers underwear, from last season’s clothes bought on sale and from the dizzy limit of wealth being enough spare cash to buy a jacket from Jaeger. I’m from a favourite cousin’s hand-me-down sailor dress, and from a family of women who each in turn convinced themselves that they… Continue reading Where I Am From
“So, have you volunteered to do your speech yet?” There had been a flurry of emails last week about the planning of last night’s Toastmasters session; up until the middle of the week, there hadn’t been any speeches scheduled. And I’d happened to mention to Mike that I’d had an email about it. Toastmasters is… Continue reading Planning my First Speech
Mrs Button, who has been putting up with working with me for almost 10 years, is contemplating a hobby as she plummets into her late-middle 30s and realises that it’s time to take life by the scruff of its neck. It started with that peculiar documentary about the rock choirs full of middle-aged people dancing… Continue reading Ageing