my weekend. it’s not all that happy.
I hate conflict. I really do.
This blog post is dedicated to my favourite radio station which refused to play this morning, and to my son who is not here today
I’ve recently realised something – I am not enjoying the process of growing older.
I stand in the queue and the lights seem unrealistically bright. It kind of freaks me out. And when I get to the counter my voice sounds loud and awkward.
On Sunday I went to church twice. Yes, 2 times, on the same day. This has not happened in so many years I can’t even remember when last…
A not so fond farewell…
Driving to work I see a small child’s hand out the back window of a car, fingers trailing in the airstream. It makes me happy.
It’s hard living with old people – especially when they’re your parents.
So my son will be 12 next week.