Musings from the suburbs

Three hundred and sixty three

Three hundred and sixty three. The number of days for which I was unplugged from social media. Did I accomplish what I’d set out to, with all these additional free hours I’d anticipated to have? What is the status of all the unfinished embroidery projects, waning guitar lessons and the towering pillar of unread books?… Continue reading Three hundred and sixty three

Musings from the suburbs

Home is where the flat screen TV remote is

Flicking through the weekend paper, I came across the New Homes guide. Normally a section I discard, along with the fishing, motoring and sports. Well they’re put to good use under the kitty tray, at least. So absent mindedly I continued turning the pages, all the while chatting with our dear friend Paul; enjoying our… Continue reading Home is where the flat screen TV remote is