Adventures in Wellington

A year ago last week I visited Wellington, NZ for a few days.  During my exploratory ramblings about the city I discovered there was such a thing as a Les Mills gym.  Awesome.  Especially love the paintwork on the outside of the building.   Up until a week earlier I had been training for a…

Procrastination

Having been an Open University student for 10 years I’m no stranger to the many and varied ways that procrastination of coursework can manifest.  Especially when it’s TMA (tutor marked assignment) time. “Oh that deadline is only three days away now?  Perfect opportunity to catch up on housework / TV / re-organising wardrobe / being…

Candide

The gift of a book is a lovely thing, one of the best, in my opinion.  Happily, a good friend of mine and her (then) husband-to-be were of the same opinion and decided to give books as favours to their wedding guests.   I instantly settled on this rather well worn copy of Candide, by…

Looping

Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream Merrily, row, row your boat gently down the stream Row, merrily, row your boat gently down the stream Row, row, merrily your boat gently down the stream Row, row, row merrily boat gently down the stream Row, row, row your life gently down the stream Row,…

Surfacing

Another addition to my already rather long reading list – wading the shallows of the internet the other day has stirred my interest in reading more by Katherine Mansfield:   “The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance…

The First Wednesday

New and unusual working life means I now have the luxury of Wednesdays OFF.  Well, the idea is supposed to be that I use the time for studying, but how could I resist spending the first of these ‘Wed-study-days’ out and about. My destination of choice for such mini-adventures is currently the Ashmolean Museum in…

End of Love

A few months ago, after a Saturday morning OU tutorial, I visited the Modern Art Oxford gallery.  I had walked past many times before and always been curious to see what was there and perhaps enjoy a coffee in the Café if nothing else.  So, being in Oxford anyway and not in any hurry to…