Uuuummmm, because I’m good? Thanks. Another week, another sweet-intentioned ( if a tad tiresome) insistence that’s ‘THERE’S STILL TIME!’, to birth that family I somehow overlooked/forgot to have. It basically started with a simple, throw-away, ‘I’m not a mother, but even I know it’s not good to leave your toddler home alone, so that he […]
I’ve been in love these last four weeks. Deep, pure, unadulterated love. I’m intoxicated. The love I feel for my balcony is stronger, I truly believe, than any love I have felt for a partner in all of my days. I’m obsessed, I’m giddy all the time, I have butterflies when I think about it […]
So, I’ve been in my new place a week now, and I’ve charted the excitement of all of the news – by annoyingly posting about everything I’ve done for the first time at the new address. I’m irritating the shit out of myself, so I am certain it’s driving y’all absolutely bloody crazy. First meal […]
….. in fact, it isn’t at all! (Well apart from the usual grown-up angst about where you can recuperate the money you spent on a new bag, to pay the leccy bill. But you don’t have to be a PANK to worry about that shiz.) Por ejemplo, ¡mira! I think it’s always nice to get a […]
I think I’m witnessing the disposal of a body, on a balcony across the road. I can’t see the body, but I know it’s there from the lifting and grunting and dragging from the two men stooped over something quite obviously heavy. A body. My delightful host has said nothing to quell this suspicion, in […]
Sundays, the best day of the week.
When I’m not in the gym first thing Sunday morning, bench pressing 20 kilos (!!), I like to relax with a nice, lllooooong lie-in. So long sometimes it can even last until Monday when I have to go to work. So technically, this ceases to be a lie-in and is indeed, ‘bedridden’. Sunday lie-ins are marvellous and one […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 