I’ve been reading Postsecret since I was about 15, and whenever there’s a relatable one I usually save it onto my computer, where it lounges around for a while before ultimately being deleted. This year I thought I’d put all the relatable ones into a blog post and share them at the end of the year, because it’s fun to look back and see what you’ve looked at and thought “omg same” throughout the year. (more…)
The fourth 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. (more…)
I grew up in French. It’s my mother tongue, my first words were in French (“non” and “cheval” if you’re interested), and for about ten years I lived at least 70% of my life in French.
But I’ve never been to France. This is particularly ridiculous because I live in London, and I’ve been on the Eurostar several times, so I’ve been through France on my way to other countries on at least six occasions, but somehow I’ve never stopped off there. (more…)
I’ve been thinking about the purpose of this blog for a while. Partly it’s just a dumping ground for my general musings, partly it’s a place I can go when I’m trying to remember the name of that good book I read six months ago. Partly it’s a way to look back on the year at the end of it, work out what went well and what didn’t, and plan the following twelve months.
But one thing a lot of people use blogs for is something I haven’t done so far: a way of staying accountable. (more…)
“This will make a great blog post,” you find yourself thinking as you’re walking down the street / reading a book / eating a meal / being chased by a pack of wild dogs across arid terrain.
OK, maybe not that last one.
But we do have a tendency to look at everything as potential blog fodder. Or I know I do, anyway.
This week I called the boiler people out because my radiators weren’t coming on and I had no hot water.
The man arrived to fix it and spent about twenty minutes banging around in the kitchen before he called me through and we had the following conversation.
This week has been more productive than any in recent memory. Any when I’ve been at home, anyway.
Since the freelance thing really took off, I’ve had this tendency to either work days that aren’t very long at all (when I’m at home), or days that last for twenty-one hours or more (when I’m abroad). It’s fun, because I like a mixture, but I’ve been missing working hard when I’m at home.
Last week, without knowing quite how, I seemed to reclaim my mojo.
Work on my bathroom has finally finished, and my aunt has a killing machine in her bedroom. So, how’s your week been?