And is it just me that is alone in doing this? I don’t think it is.
You break something. Something tiny, something fiddly, something ornate. Something that is going to require a tiiiiny dab of super glue to repair it.
And you know you’ve got some somewhere because you remember buying some six months ago to [...]

Yesterday, I realised two odd things happened to me:
• I made a cup of tea in the morning, which I only got about halfway through before getting distracted, going out, and not getting a chance to have any more tea until I got home again in the evening.
And all day - all day - everytime [...]

BB:
“It used to be if you wanted a cup of coffee, that’s what you asked for and that’s what you got. But now you have at least twenty choices - plain latte, caramel, breve, macchiato, mocha, expresso, americano and so on …. And so I had to stand in line while fifteen people in [...]

Bill likes his postman. Or the USPS. Whatever.
“I once received a letter address to ‘Mr. Bryson, Lives somewhere in New Hampshire, America’ and it arrived without comment or emendation just five days after it was mailed. My congratulations to the US Postal Service for an unassailable triumph”
Me?
Less so.
Where we live at 767 Rutledge Avenue [...]

Whilst searching for a US Dave Gorman equivalent style of humerous pointless quest story writing in Barnes & Nobles last week (Conclusion: There is no US equivalent of a Dave Gorman, something that I might have to correct myself one day), I did stumble upon the travel writing section, and in particular the Bill Bryson [...]

Here’s what I did yesterday:
My radio alarm clock goes off at 9am … I like my weekend lie-ins, but I also like to get up at a reasonable time so that I don’t feel like I’ve just wasted them sleeping either.
Virgin Radio (natch), comes on by default - but it’s nice to flick on my [...]

Hello. This should have been written/posted on Wednesday when on May 2nd, I’d been here a whole year - but I was ill - really quite ill - and I hate being so ill that it prevents one from blogging. Therefore, let’s pretend that this post was done four days ago when it [...]

Stomach pains, dizzyness, an intense headache, and having to dash to the toilet more frequently that I would like and passing anything far from solid - this is not how I imagined or planned spending a day celebrating my being one year in the USA. Grrrrr. ~Grumble~