One of the reasons - and there are many - why I'm fundamentally unsuited to modern life is the fact that I'm more interested in the micro-details of the natural world than in all the manufactured concepts to which I'm supposed to be paying attention. Yes I do manage to hold down a job, but there's a good reason why I'm a mid-level clinical psychologist and not the big fancy-pants boss of the whole shebang. It's fair to say that I'll never be CEO of a major company. Because if I was, my Continue Reading
Crocheting In Somerset
I've always been a details-monkey rather than a bigger-picture person.* This is one of the many, many reasons why I'm not the millionaire CEO of some entrepreneurial shebang. I'd be too busy pondering the style of door knobs for the offices to notice that the business was falling over a financial cliff. So when I say that we went away this week for a couple o' nights to a Somerset village so that the Toddler Twinnage could have some bucket-and-spade time, I hope you'll understand that I've Continue Reading