First world problems in a Covid world
Thoughts, musings and all around silliness – usually from my own world.
I have a wonderful friend. Every single day come rain, hail or shine she gets up at 4:30am, draws up an exercise plan, meets with friends, does said exercise, goes for a swim in the ocean and then grabs coffee – all before most of us have woken from our slumber. She posts Facebook updates…
A conversation I’ve been having a lot lately at work – the power of nice. It’s incredible how often we define ourselves by our objection or opposition to things. But in reality, wouldn’t the world be a much nicer and friendlier place if we built each other up, applauded people for finding what they love…
I have a blogger friend who spends a lot of time crafting beautifully written pieces that dissect every second of every delicately decided… decision. Her posts are fascinating and lovely to read and often prompt me to consider and reconsider aspects of my work, my day and on one occasion, my career. They give a…
Why do clothes shops always put the clothes for short people on the top peg? Why can’t I write as eloquently here as I can in other places? Why are there so many people interested in marketing a blog with an obscure name, questionable contact and no visitors? (Ie. This one) When will I do…
If at first you write the opening paragraph to a blog post and then delete it and then write it again and then delete it and then write it again and then delete it then you should probably realise that 8:53pm on a Sunday night after a sleepless night watching useless football teams lose against…
It’s a good job this blog is anonymous because I’ve suddenly developed a bit of a thing about Minecraft. Initially this started because mini-Detrecto and I started messing around in creative mode. Just putting blocks on top of one another and then building pens for various animals. Fun stuff. But then a bad thing happened….
When you go to training you inevitably go around the room and people introduce themselves and say what they are passionate about. I’m passionate about a few things in life but I can honestly say that I’d love to be as passionate about something in my life as my daughter is about blowing things up…
Back working from home as a result of a lot of rain and a small spike in Covid cases locally. In reality, what this looks like: Me getting some shitty flu like symptoms, having a day time sleep for the first time in ages and rocking up for a 3rd Covid test in the space…
“Morning.” “How ya goin?” “Good thanks, you?” “Good thanks. Cold isn’t it?” “Yeah, bit fresh.” “…” “Was there a frost at your place this morning?” “Yep. You?” “Little bit.” “Yep, bit fresh.” “…” “…”
The problem with anxiety is that you can be merrily going along in your day humming some unrecognisable 80’s electro track in your head and then… BLAM! You remember the time you accidentally picked up the wrong can in the bathroom and sprayed shaving foam into your armpit instead of deodorant.