
2020 Grateful 25: Ain’t life a peach?
Himself, at the door of my office with a look of consternation on his face. Me, engrossed in editing a piece of text on a
Himself, at the door of my office with a look of consternation on his face. Me, engrossed in editing a piece of text on a
I started writing the Grateful series back in 2012. With so many years of practice, you’d think being grateful would come naturally to me by
‘When you first get down here [the village], you’re grumpy as hell. But when you’ve been here a day you’re in much better humour. Remarkable
There was a time in my life when I mistakenly believed that asking for help was a sign of weakness, of not being able to
I have friends in the hospitality business who on occasion fall foul of bad reviews. I listen to their stories of guests wrecking the place,
I’ve been feeling a different sort of gratitude these days. Not gratitude for stuff that has happened – although there’s plenty of that in me
The first month of the new year isn’t even in double digits yet and already I’m beset by a feeling of foreboding that just won’t
People ask me why I blog. No one reads anything any more, they say. It’s all pictures. So I went on Pinterest in an effort
Is the grass always greener on the other side or is it greener where you water it? I find myself occasionally coveting a way of
I heard once that what you do on New Year’s Day determines what you do for the rest of the year. At 11.55 last night,