It is a source of much bemusement to my friends that although I can sit in one position for hours, reading - and the only parts of my body that move in that circumstance are my eyelids, to blink - I cannot sit in a movie theatre for two hours without fidgeting non-stop and wishing the stupid thing would end fast so I can get up and leave. [Read more]

When I was on leave, I treated my phone in the most cavalier manner. Mostly, it was in my bag and my bag was in my cupboard. I checked messages and missed calls only when I felt like it - and mostly I did not feel like it at all.

I also ignored the computer almost completely. [Read more]

Is it just me, or do other people, when they go back on visits to the place that was home for most of their lives, find it difficult to see that place in any other shade than the sepia of nostalgia? [Read more]

Still a week to go before I actually go on leave, but I am in holiday mood.

Very difficult to concentrate on work, but I shall manage, I think. On the other hand, this period of enforced work focus will be followed by two weeks of NO work, hooray, so I guess I can spend the next six days gazing earnestly at my computer in the light of the reward that will follow. [Read more]

So elections once again. State elections this time, and I don’t have much time to figure out where that vote of mine is going to go.

I’m always traumatised at election time. My days of innocence are long gone. I take nothing at face value any more. I’ve written about this before here, but that was only about the national elections. [Read more]