The coffee machine needs coffee beans. This somehow becomes an incredible injustice, that I have to fill it up, have to attend to this chore when I should be writing. […]
Tag: writing
The queue for coffee comes and goes, there is no rhyme to it. Each time I look up it seems to have assumed a different form. Now it is loosely […]
There’s something rather squeamish about the phrase ‘having you in my ears each week’. I wince slightly when I hear it, my shoulders shrugging involuntarily as I cross the busy […]