Sixteen thousand steps. That's what the Apple Health app tells me, on the shiny new iPhone that's been in my pocket all day long. Nearly thirteen kilometres. That's about the size of a day out and about with my younger children. And you wonder why I'm not overweight, given that I typically sit at a… Continue reading Sixteen Thousand Steps
Other people have relaxed weekends filled with rainbows, laughter, smiling faces, restaurants, sports, cakes, drinks, and all those other nice things. They post an endless stream of photos recording their lovely lives to Facebook and Instagram - like some sort of distorted advertising campaign for their life. When they do it, I start wondering what… Continue reading The Floor is Lava
Do you ever have days when you wonder what you did - where the day went? I know I spent quite some time signing my younger daughters up for XBox Live accounts - and then trying to make head or tail of some sort of team building thing in FIFA 17 for them. I think… Continue reading The Day Vanishes
The day began with the clock radio bursting into life, and filling the room with utter dross. I squinted my eyes open and watched the seconds and minutes pass on the bedside clock, wondering how long I might lay there before somebody might consider there was something wrong with me. Minutes? Hours? I'm guessing we'll never find out, because the curious instinct to "not waste the weekend" kicked in, and carried me downstairs for a shower.
When I came downstairs this morning I looked in on Miss 17 and reminded her that I had bought a subscription to "Crunchyroll" yesterday, which appeared to be enough to eject her out of bed. If you've never seen it, Crunchyroll is a streaming TV service that plays Anime. The younger children seemed pretty excited too - until they realised the shows are all subtitled - they can't read fast enough to keep up. She got up pretty damn quickly, and I half expected to find her wiping sleep from here eyes in the lounge - instead I found her looking in the mirror in the hallway.
The weekend. Where to start? I suppose literary history tends to point towards "starting at the beginning", so that's what I'll do.After doing various chores throughout the day on Saturday, I stayed over at my mother-in-laws on Saturday night with Miss 17 - ahead of a train journey to Gloucestershire on Sunday morning to visit… Continue reading The Weekend