Treadmill Swindles the Unwary Jogger

Arrived at the gym half an hour later today, after a meeting that went on a bit, and found myself on the Treadmill of Lies. Usually, early enough to beat the lunchtime rush, I have my pick of treadmills and choose one between Snail's-Pace Lady and Dr Ancient Sinews, one of whom has apparently spent … Continue reading Treadmill Swindles the Unwary Jogger

Sarah Brightman Prompts Embarrassed Sunday Reflection

After another busy week, our Sunday has ticked all the right boxes. We got up and were ready for Tim's early morning meetings on time, for once, and I spent the extra hour listening to someone in the ward play the piano in the chapel. Gave me food for thought: it's been years since this … Continue reading Sarah Brightman Prompts Embarrassed Sunday Reflection

Africa, Unbound: The Poisonwood Bible

Get ready for a bold statement: I have just read one of the best books I have ever come across. Take a moment to think about how many books I've read since I learned to read and you can imagine why I'm impressed. Have you ever come across The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver? She's … Continue reading Africa, Unbound: The Poisonwood Bible

Every Dog Has His Day: Slumdog Millionaire

During the opening credits of 'Slumdog Millionaire', the film's title is splashed across the colourful, ragged t-shirt of a tiny Indian boy playing cricket outside his slum, in a frozen second before he throws the ball. The action speeds back up again, the batter hits the ball, and immediately we're flung into the middle of … Continue reading Every Dog Has His Day: Slumdog Millionaire

Diversionary Tactics

Of all the improbable developments: I have this month turned into a genuine gym bunny. I have long harboured a very deeply buried ambition to be a good runner. I suspect this aspiration has its roots in the triumphant Primary Sports Day at which I sailed to victory in the 8-year-old's sprint. What a sweet … Continue reading Diversionary Tactics

Real Men Do Their Crying On The Inside

Tim's continuing recovery from the horrid mystery illness I have dubbed 'Half Day Disease' necessitated yesterday evening a Lord of the Rings pajama party. Under the circumstances this involved neither partying nor matching Lord of the Rings pajamas (I wish), but rather a kind of film-related slump with copious amounts of magic vitamin juice. It's … Continue reading Real Men Do Their Crying On The Inside

Glued to the page: We Need to Talk About Kevin

January is turning into the Month Free Time Forgot. I love my new job (or at least, I love being an Important Person, which I’m beginning to suspect was why I wanted it in the first place), but unfortunately I’m also still doing my old job, as I haven’t been replaced in the company yet. … Continue reading Glued to the page: We Need to Talk About Kevin