Being altruistic almost inevitably leads to disappointment. It might take decades for such high-flown principles to become threadbare, but the course is set – by destiny, even. Disappointment is on the cards. Such disappointment occurs at around 04:11, and might coincide with night thirst, caused by nothing more than sleeping with one's mouth open in... Continue Reading →
The main thing is that I have made a start, and the back of my mind can get busy on thinking about other things that need to happen next.
They could just as easily have been called something else which provokes the imagination, or at least a stray thought.
The combined forces of bean soup and a wobbly piling system have left me with no choice but to retreat into my headspace.
Thank you for reading my blog. I am walking on a knife's edge, as I agonise over whom to thank first: new followers – of which there have been quite a few, or those who have been reading my posts for years. Suffice to say that my gratitude, like peanut butter on a decent piece... Continue Reading →
I have just realised that I had never blogged this particular poster that I made a while ago, although it did appear on other social media. Imagine I do it in Wellington boots. I will sort out the lack of space after what should be an en-dash soon. ©2019 Allison Wright
That title must have got you going. Far from being sensationalist, that is what I thought about at 4.00 am; the flesh of those lovely new potatoes I ate yesterday for lunch. Yes, the raison d'être of a potato is indeed described as flesh, which left me feeling somewhat disembodied and cold of flesh as... Continue Reading →