diary
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Reflecting on feeling safe in Barcelona
I’m in the train to Tarragona, watching the sea slide by in the glorious sunshine. What…
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The Curious Discovery That Spain Has Spanish Books
I brought three books with me: El Hobbit, a Spanish to English dictionary, and The Long…
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Adiós brown eyes!
Lights out in the dorm is eleven. I’m tired, but I won’t be able to sleep…
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Thirty-Three Bells
I’d seen this church in the hill to the south of Barcelona and I wondered how…
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Brown eyes at breakfast
I went up bed about 10 last night. The dorm was busy with people getting ready…
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A Long Walk Through Barcelona
I am going to have to use a launderette at some point: in this heat, I…
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Badger breath and no plan
“My mouth tastes like a badger has crapped in it”, to use the colloquial. The flight…
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What “Not Supporting Pride” Actually Means
A few days ago, I wrote It Begins With Exclusion, where I said that the refusal…
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All packed without a plan
Tomorrow I leave for my Spanish holiday. Flights booked: check! Hotels booked: check! Excursions researched: nope!…
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Integrity Field Failure
So I’m in a Teams meeting refining some software requirements with the development team and the…
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Still the Wedding Anniversary
The wedding anniversary. That’s what it will always be – even if we are now divorced…
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The family that never was
Yesterday, as I was out walking the dog, dealing with the deep, deep sadness of the…
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The Privilege of Caring
And then it arrives, that heavy email that declares that I am no longer married. I…
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A Little More Like Me
Two little updates. The drains are being fixed on the house insurance. They have already made…
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An ending
Today was an ending. A proper ending. I have taken a break from counselling with Richard…