Hugs, Not Drugs

A conversation with a colleague a few weeks ago prompted me to add an item to my list of potential blog post topics.  Clearly we didn’t have enough work on that day.  We were discussing the closeness you feel when you hug a friend or family member who has known you a long time, a…

Bants, Bants, Bants

A colleague of mine, let’s call her Naomi (she’s not called Naomi), called me a “sensitive soul”  last week.  It wasn’t in response to witnessing England’s World Cup dreams falter and die, but a light bulb did go off in my head.  I talked in a previous post of how I was on the lookout…

To Sauna, or not to Sauna?

I should advise you, dear reader, that this post is mostly informative.  As  I started typing I worried about how I might be able to make this an interesting, entertaining post.  I mean, it’s not the Truman Show-esqe glimpse into my being, like some of my other recent pieces.  Then I slapped myself across the…

Losing My Intuition

Roughly a year ago, a friend of mine, let’s call her Nina (she’s not called Nina), told me now was the time for me to read a book called The Alchemist.  So I did. The Alchemist was written by a Brazilian chap called Paulo Coelho, and published in 1988.  It has gone on to become…