Pathological editing syndrome.
07.04 I spent six or seven hours this week writing a single email. It went to more than one person, but it was the same one. Did I need to…
writer and seeker of school ties
07.04 I spent six or seven hours this week writing a single email. It went to more than one person, but it was the same one. Did I need to…
Other writers talk about shiny new idea syndrome. It’s not something I’ve suffered from before. I find starting new things harder than continuing with the familiar. But, yesterday, I came…
I wasn’t happiest, but I was least existentially stressed when I was taking my professional exams as a junior doctor. I had no children at the time so I had…
It turns out my passport expires in 2028. 2018 was the start date, not the expiry. I knew the form I was filling in felt familiar. Our broadband company are…
For the first four decades of my life, I thought there was something very wrong with me. Then I did a Myers Briggs test and discovered I was an introvert.…
This week has been so complex, I don’t know where to start. Home stuff first: It turned out the black cod was part of a five-course Japanese anniversary meal. If…
I didn’t realise I had any standards to lower until this lockdown. Eighteen months after we adopted a perfectly trained dog, she is now following me to the toilet and…
About a year ago, I read Amy Landino’s Good Morning, Good Life and started a morning routine. I try to get up an hour earlier before everybody else in the…