I have always described my reading style as staring at a passage, catching the words like fish into a net, and then hoping my brain would process them and rearrange them into the right order.
This afternoon is one of those afternoons. The cacophony created by the oven, washing machine, lawnmowers, birds, someone's TV, dogs barking, planes overhead, neighbours talking, shouting, swearing, belching hurt my ears but my headphones feel too hot and tight.
I may have forgotten, but I don't recall there being what Simon and I darkly refer to as one-of-those-weird-days when we lived anywhere else but here. Days when everything around us starts to feel a little frantic and out of control.
In the summer of 1991 I was doing my A levels (Music, Literature and Art in case you were wondering) and I had not yet seen Aliens. That's Aliens with a big A. To clarify, I hadn't knowingly seen aliens with a little a either. Still haven't.
Back in the mid-90s, while I was a piano and violin teacher, I joined a friend's band called Movietone for a couple of years. During that time we recorded two albums and two sessions for John Peel, played some gigs (Bristol, London and Brighton) and did a mini tour in France.
We had our first proper tree, bare except for tiny, twinkling lights; a kitchen that had seen me bake my first ever Christmas cake and roast my first chestnuts; and Simon had artfully twisted armfuls of holly, ivy and mistletoe around the house.
A random conversation with a good friend (always the best) about rollup cigarettes sparked a few memories yesterday. They made me smile and I thought they might make you smile too...
A medley of posts about training for a 10k obstacle run, originally posted back in 2015 on my old and now retired blog. I hope that it makes you laugh...