Nice and good things, continued

A few months ago, I wrote a list of awesome things to counteract the spirits of despair, bad backs, sore necks, and old-person feet. Things are better and worse; but rather than recite another, slightly revised, litany of aches and pains, I’ll skip to my ever-growing List of Nice and Good Things [DRAFT] because: 1. I am…

Marvelous apples

I’m not generally one for reading in bed, but some books simply can’t be got at any other way. One such book is Gervase Markham’s The Well-Kept Kitchen, which Penguin has so conveniently/irritatingly extracted from the much longer English Housewife. (It doesn’t really suffer for being an excerpt; I just suffer, personally, from revulsion (not…

The view from here

One of the reasons I left my job when I did was the view. When I started that job in 2013, my desk was on a sunny, top-ish floor that seemed sort of like a comfortable space ship; I had windows at my back and an unrestricted view of a quiet but not empty hall,…

I used to be a book reviewer

I used to be a book reviewer, sort of. Maybe it would be more accurate to say that for several years in a row, I wrote something about every, or almost every, book I read. My first blog, Bookphilia, was born out of my inability to remember how I’d ever ended up doing a PhD…