Remotely interested… and with nothing to lose (well £60 but that’s debateable)

When an offer to assist in the shovelling comes along (remember readers I’m in a rut) it would be fatuous to decline. And so it came to be a fortnight ago that I was sat perched on the edge of my seat peering at the small screen on my iPhone as it balanced precariously wedged …

Doh!

This last year has been a struggle.  I’ve felt stagnant, paralysis, inertia, lost. Though interestingly nothing that would keep me awake at night. In fact sleep was a relief, a welcome break from myself. Only it wasn’t. I’d wake up in the morning and feel I had completed the most gruelling mental workout. A virtual marathon. …