No, No, I’ll Manage
1 September 2026“No, no, I’ll manage.” Four perfectly innocent words. Except that, in my case, they can mean almost anything. Sometimes I genuinely mean it. Sometimes I’m secretly hoping you’ll insist. Sometimes…
Read more →A collection of moments, observations, and the occasional quiet realization
“No, no, I’ll manage.” Four perfectly innocent words. Except that, in my case, they can mean almost anything. Sometimes I genuinely mean it. Sometimes I’m secretly hoping you’ll insist. Sometimes…
Read more →The other day, my thoughts wandered to a handful of friends who have walked beside me for decades. Today they are scattered across oceans, living lives very different from mine,…
Read more →If you are wondering why I am emotionally unavailable, occasionally irrational, sometimes rather dramatic, and unable to discuss any subject unrelated to football, need I say more? It’s the FIFA…
Read more →It was 8.30 a.m. and my phone wouldn’t stop pinging. The messages were about confirming weekend plans. Here I was, trying very hard to build a health-conscious image by practicing…
Read more →The other day, I stepped out for what was meant to be a quick walk. Halfway through, I ran into someone I hadn’t seen in a while. We stopped. One…
Read more →Some people invite friends over for dinner. I launch a project. When I invite a large group of friends home for a meal, I do not simply “have people over.”…
Read more →It all begins at the doorway. I pause. I take that half-step in. These first few seconds are always the hardest. Anxious, yes – but also excited to be here.…
Read more →I hear a “ping” on my phone and see the message: “Your order is out for delivery.” Out for delivery when? Morning? Afternoon? Before sunset? Before civilisation collapses? I’m excited,…
Read more →Have you ever assembled a chair that turned into a bookshelf? I’ve always been derailed by baffling instruction manuals and bizarre warranties. I’m convinced that their writers don’t believe in…
Read more →Once upon a time, if my heels didn’t pinch and weren’t long and sharp enough to double as weapons, or my waistband didn’t cut off circulation, then clearly, I wasn’t…
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