Everydaystranger

The train station is packed and filled with the hustle and bustle of people on their way to and fro. Offices on one end, couches with soft spots and children and socked-feet perched on the sides of coffee tables. Emails and Power Point slides and a quick sandwich at the shop next door [...]

I am freezing. Beyond freezing. I’ve been freezing since 4am this morning when I woke up freezing and tried to hug my freezing form against a nuclear-radiated Angus, trying to be careful to not wake him up with my freezingness as he’s been very stressed and going through an extreme patch of insomnia. [...]

Twas the night before Christmas, quiet as can be,
Not a creature was stirring, except Angry Maggie.
The stockings were hung on all the bedroom doors,
Since the fireplace mantles in the house were no more.
The children were nestled all snug in their cots,
As Mama’d put them to bed at 6 on the dot.
And Angus and I, well [...]

The sound of Nora, screaming again, lulls me out of my sleep. It was a good sleep, too. I dreamt I was sampling the shrimp buffet at a swanky hotel in Madagascar while Mr. Pink played “Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina” on the piano. You know, as it sometimes happens.
I shrug into [...]

I settle in to the tall stool and park my heavy briefcase on the stool next to me. I am wearing too many layers of clothes, I am hotter than hell. I walked too quickly over Waterloo Bridge to avoid the cold, and as a result I feel heat down my back. [...]

So I had a tumultuous weekend, which I won’t go into here, but suffice to say this:
1) There’s nothing like having a 300-strong choir sing the Messiah at you in Royal Albert Hall, and it gets even better when you are able to make up your own lyrics to it.
2) Just when you think you [...]

The thrum and hum of the throbbingly busy Starbucks cheers me up, and I take the enormous mug of gingerbread latte (that’s venti, skinny, no cream thanks) and hold it up to my mouth. I like the big mugs Starbucks has. Other than a visit to Amsterdam, it’s one of the few ways [...]

After spending an entire day either in a hot and stuffy conference room full of angry, yelling, exasperated voices, or on London transport, I took a very long journey home and finally made it home at 8:30 at night. Which meant, at the end of the day, that I had spent a whopping 6 [...]