In lieu of therapy
Terrible hobbies, loud and wrong opinions, advice best ignored and writing that sometimes surprises me.
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Then one day, the estate was buzzing with news of a talking car. A neighbour had just imported a car from abroad, a term for anywhere outside the country. The car didn’t...
Often, we make problems bigger than they really are. Back when I was in university, I had a car I bought for £350, old Kia Pride. It was my pride and joy. Rickety, noisy...
One of the surprising challenges of crocheting is finding things to crochet. I’d already made hats, scarves, the odd cosy, even a top — but I was suffering from...
I enjoy pottering about in the garden, mowing lawns, weeding, building a deck or two, a plant bed here, a vegetable patch there. I’m actually decent at it now, though it...
One sleepless night a few years ago, I was flicking through late night TV. Somewhere between the exuberant salespeople banking on sleep deprivation to sell wearable...
I have had a rough run with kerbs lately culminating in me needing two new tyres. Faced with a £288 quote, I thought, surely, I can get it cheaper, and I knew just the...
I seem to be haemorrhaging money lately and the culprit? My car. This is a surprise because this car is newish, only 3 years old. You see, for past four cars I have opted...