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Last Month
It’s been cold, finally, and still wet. I slow down in the cold as it creeps, like a reptile, and so I’ve been quiet and slow-moving. Some highlights: I have spent an idle weekend cataloguing, dusting and categorising my fragrance collection. The notes record in my phone is now extensive and sports, if you could…
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City heat
Sometimes you want a cocktail to taste like exhaust fumes. Or eating the bitter stem of a herb. A chicory salad, leaves grown beside a motorway. Perfumes too. The wall of jasmine is beautiful in its breath but so too is the smell of stalks and dirt, of harbour concrete, of sappy fresh-cut trees and…
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Help
I see why travel agents exist. Dreaming of travel is so enticing and planning it so desperately exhausting. I see value in all those services & love using them – the intense upmarket shop assistant, the makeup store demo, the the airport transfer. There’s less satisfaction or pride in independence than I used to feel.…
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Arounds
The only permanence with ADHD is impermanence. Habits are cyclical. As a Taurus and an elemental type of person, I rest heavily in my habits when I have them. They are deep and constant and vital. I move through them slowly. I feel Absolute about them. But they do pass and they do change. My…
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Going and going
We’re good at dates. I loved walking with you today, in the rain. Grey skies feel like a warm blanket to me, born and raised in this damp grey city; when it rains all day I feel cosy and sleepy and safe. I like holding your hand and looking up at you past the drips…
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Routines I
Every single Wednesday I have dinner with Dad. Mostly burgers, sometimes pizza. We watch one to two episodes of a dad-approved show: options include Netflix’s F1 show, Star Trek Discovery, NCIS-or-it’s-ilk, or re-runs of Ancient Aliens. The last is his least favourite; I get too agitated. He shares photos of things he built over the…
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Taking time
When I first started school, sitting on the mat after lunch, I remember being positively shocked – insulted! – when the teacher said it was nap-time for us all. I hadn’t taken an afternoon nap in years. Indignant! I wasn’t a baby any more. I declined the invitation and elected to read a book quietly.…
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A first post
I’ve spent the day today sewing medieval-toned accessories for a renaissance market on tomorrow. And then because you can’t spend all day concentrating on seam allowances, I’ve been tidying and washing up and finally eating dinner. It’s Saturday. It’s raining outside. It’s quiet in my head; the fan heater is softening the nightlife noise from…
Anti-grind 