The fifth instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #5”
As we all know, I’ve been offline a lot lately, and work hasn’t exactly been as busy as it normally is, due to my organs rebelling against their allocated tasks and rising up in a kind of painful internal revolution.
I’m not blogging as often either, mainly because my brain feels like it’s made of cotton wool that’s been drenched in chloroform. But it’s looking like this whole situation is going to be dragging on for fucking ages, and so I’ve decided to return to doing a round-up post once a week on this blog, for four reasons:
- There’s generally one day a week when I feel vaguely alive.
- I’d like to keep some kind of blog activity going.
- While I’m not able to do anywhere near as much as usual, I am still getting some stuff done. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that because of the amount of time I’m currently spending lying on the sofa watching Netflix, but I think it’d be good to reassure myself that I am still living my life, albeit in slo-mo.
- People keep asking me for updates on how I am and what condition my health is in, and it’s exhausting to have the same conversation 46 times, so if you want updates, you now know where to get them.
So, without further ado, the round-up of the last week or so.
I hardly ever go to the cinema these days. Once a year at most. But there was a time, when I was living in South Kensington and going to uni just off Kensington High Street, when I went quite often. And I always went to the Kensington Odeon.
It was where I watched Stardust and thought it was excellent; where I was so disappointed by The Golden Compass that I swore never to watch a film adaptation of a book again (something I went back on in later years, which was lucky; The Hunger Games and The Book Thief are excellent).