Finish work. Come home. TV on. Repeat.

The hall paint is fading, chipped and scratched. Perhaps it should be fixed? Would I feel better, if the paint is not fading, chipped and scratched?

spewificaly gifted daughters and sons horrorificly armed with phones and guns cruising on the fumes of uppers and downers riding forth into hails of texts and bullets

“Positive thinking, “positive thinking” was what I muttered to myself at the start of this year. With the hope of change and good fortune, to wash away the tragedies of the last year.

Guess which book I've just re-read. No prizes, but have a go anyway.

Jesus marched into the room waving his copy of this month’s Cool Science magazine. “Here, Dad. Have you seen this?”