Updates, or why I fail at goals

A: Get in the box, D. D: But– A: Stop stalling, D, and get in the box . . . please. D: But I am claustrophobic. A: Not even that nice shiny blue one? D: A, I am a time-travelling Pictish warrior-prince and Druid, not a time-travelling alien with two hearts. A: Killjoy. D: Crabby. […]

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Monday, Monday

D: Oh no. No, A – who is that? A: What do you mean, D? Can’t you tell? D: You must be joking. A, please tell me you’re joking. A: Does this mean you don’t like it? D: If you mean to tell me that this is m— A: (Giggling) Sorry, D. I couldn’t help […]

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Bits and bobs

“. . . And you, love, what do you do?” Maureen stared at Jenny Mallory – Mrs. Mallory to her and Sean – barely comprehending the question. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to be polite. It was only ten in the morning, but it has already been a long day. “I mean lass, […]

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When in Rome

D: What is this, A? Why am I in a box? Is this your idea of a joke – mad man in a box? I find your Dr. Who references to be very inappropriate. . . . A? A, where are you? A: It’s just for a moment, D. I need to get something off […]

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