The magic has gone from this relationship.
Tag Archives: Humour
Corny Flakes
I had cereal for breakfast, and again for dinner. I guess that makes me… A serial offender.
Sugar Rush
This morning I was pouring sugar from its bag into a bowl that we store it in and I was struck by the sensation of it all. That movement, the granular rush, the flow, I couldn’t help but be reminded of an hourglass. The slip of moments, seconds, minutes, time, passing away, drawing me forwards, ever closer to that inevitability – type 2 diabetes.
Preferential Treatment
I find I am torn between literal correctness and personal preference when I say that I do not consider flaying a peeling.
Which is odd, considering I’m not torn by quatering at all.
Looks like someone was pulling around one of those little travel bags, with the wheels, but they just couldn’t handle it.





