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106: LONG ENCOUNTER
I’m on the train from London Paddington to Honeybourne station – fifteen minutes drive from home. I had to catch the 20.50 from Paddington, as my usual train – the 19.50 – no longer appears to be scheduled. I guess that trains which take people away from London – as opposed to into it –…
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105: PORTRAIT
It’s the night before my fiftieth birthday… and Lizzie’s painting my portrait in the living room. I’m slumped down on the sofa with my laptop, scouring social media as Lizzie dabs away across the room – where she’s set up her easel. Occasionally, when I’m trying to think about something, I cup my hand around…
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104: COMEDIAN
I’m in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher… whilst hungrily eyeing the delicious supper Lizzie’s left out on the hob (which she and the kids have already tucked into). I figure, if I look industrious – doing the dishwasher – Lizzie won’t mind me also tucking into the delicious supper… even though it’s yet another meal…
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103: MILK
It’s a weekday morning and I’m rushing to get the 7.58 train from nearby Honeybourne Station, in Worcestershire, to London Paddington. This morning – disaster – we’ve run out of milk. I realise it when I’m in the kitchen, halfway through preparing a flask-full of coffee to take on the train. I panic. This is…
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102: WHY CAN’T YOU BE MORE LIKE HIM?
I’m watching Ant-Man and the Wasp with Annie, in our living room. It’s terrific! Exciting and action-packed but also fun and with tongue-firmly-in-cheek. I mean, it’s about insect-sized superheroes… how seriously can it take itself? I’m enjoying it at least as much as the first Ant-Man and Annie appears to be loving the movie too.…
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101: DRUNK GUY
I’m currently working one day a week in central London, doing my latest film production job. When I get on the train to London, in the morning, and when I get on the train back home, in the evening, I’m focused on one thing… getting a seat around a proper table. I mean a table…
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At one point I was thinking of numbering all of these blog posts I’ve written with Roman numerals, rather than giving them titles. This would have been a challenge, as I really can’t remember how to do Roman numerals. But why would you do something so pretentious in the first place? you might ask. Well,…
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99: GIFT OF LIFE
This afternoon, Lizzie has an appointment with the surgeon (Mrs. S) who removed her cancer last summer. The build-up to the appointment has been a little fraught, because Lizzie’s due to get the results of her latest blood test from the surgeon too… the blood test which says whether her ‘markers’ have gone up or…
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98: GUESS WHO
It’s early Saturday morning – forty-five minutes before I have to take Annie to football – and I’m in the kitchen with Lizzie. Lizzie is rummaging through her tray of repurposed drugs… the ones she’s taking, like Metformin (originally intended to help with diabetes, but now thought by many to have cancer-fighting properties), to decrease her…
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97: SNIP. SNIP. SNIP.
I’m staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I’m about to trim the unruly nasal hairs sticking out of my nostrils, with a pair of nail scissors. Except… I can’t see my nasal hairs properly. They’re completely out of focus, however much I peer at them. So I go to our bedroom, put my comfy…
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