That dreaded feeling

CW: Suicidal ideation; description of S/H thoughts.

This morning, waking up was awful.  I slept badly.  I’ve considered carefully whether to post this

Presentations and Thanks

I was rather nervous this morning, as I’d arranged to see my supervisor and anticipated discussing my progress on the writing up of my Masters project, which frankly, so slowly that a snail looks like Usain Bolt next to me.

Being brave in minor ways

I’m waiting for my computer to update, which means I’m drafting this on my iPad. I’m used to using it for reading articles, games, making notes, and chatting to people, so this feels rather peculiar.

Back to Brighton

It was a long day. It didn’t start especially well, but ended much better: I’ll give you the high (and low) lights.

Ol’ Man River

In August, for my 70^th Dad’s birthday, I bought him two tickets to see a performance by Jools Holland and his Rhythm and Blues Orchestra at the Mayflower theatre, which had come around and was last night. 

Some whys and wherefores

This evening I began watching a BBC dramatisation of Ronald Harwood’s play The Dresser with Ian McKellan and Antony Hopkins.