by James Webb
Reid has already left for school with his mum, while Calvin sleeps on in his GCSE-free zone. Xanthe is somewhere in the house, killing time by listening to music at a volume level chosen for the purpose of agitating her younger brother. I ask Parker about his homework. He declares in a loud voice that he needs some alone time and marches out into the garden. Imogen, sitting at the table munching on her cereal, doesn’t even look up from her book. Read more
I don’t have much to say this week, which is fine. I’ve been talking a lot recently.
All I want to announce is that, as of yesterday, Ruth and I have been married for twenty years.
I know that doesn’t sound like much to some of you, but it’s kind of a big deal to me. Not because I’m amazed that we’ve lasted this long, or anything like that. Rather, because it’s an opportunity for me to reflect, and in doing so confirm something that I’ve known for a while – namely that I’m happier with my marriage now than I was when we first started out two decades ago. Read more
I’ve just written a blog post.
But not this blog post.
I was reflecting on something that had happened to me years ago, and I thought the experience would make a good post. It was an interesting situation, personal and significant, with a strong applicable lesson at the end. In short, it was perfect blog material. Read more
(I’m having one of my ‘stretched’ times at the moment, and writing a fresh and engaging blog post seems like a bridge too far. The good news is that’s been a while since I inflicted one of my experiments in poetry on you, so here’s one that I’ve had sitting around for just a moment like this. I’m not going to apologise…) Read more
