A Prodigal Abroad
Last days of winter, running by the Wey and remembering the delights of inane taxi conversations
Flies, Storms and The Sense of An Ending
In which the flies and sand storms return, and the sense of the beginning of the end lingers..
May 27, 2022
In which Ramadan ends, and forty degree weather falls, as though from the sky
May 2, 2022
Rebooting (Coming Up for Air)
In which I drag myself back here to clear the cobwebs and to begin again, for the umpteenth time
Mar 25, 2022
In which my 42nd circuit around the sun begins without much fanfare, and I realise I need to rethink, well, everything.
Oct 19, 2021
Theories, Tea and (future) 10ks
In which a long trip up north brings a dose of conspiracy theories, Yemeni tea and in which begin walking and running again...
Aug 14, 2021
World, Meet L
In which we finally meet L, survive a harrowing few days and breathe a little as the Calvary arrives...
Jun 25, 2021
On A Return to the Reassurance of Routines
In which an odd holiday season comes and goes and the reality of work is strangely comforting...
Jan 8, 2021
A first Christmas, and a sense of déjà vu
Dec 25, 2020
Lights, Language and this (c)old December weather
In which I reflect on language, and inadvertently become the poster boy for not wearing a jacket
Dec 18, 2020
Coming Up For Air...
In which I finally get to pause for breath after a manic past few weeks...
Dec 11, 2020
A Hundred Days of Being...
In which I somehow end up surviving (in my gilded prison) for a hundred days and counting...
Oct 31, 2020
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