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Sunday Selection


Happy bank holiday weekend to you all! As I spend yet another weekend at home, I’m writing the longest list of things to do in London when I’m able to get out and about again.

I’m trying to plan the perfect first day out so I’ve been thinking about what my perfect day out looks like – where do I like to walk? What’s my favourite museum? What shops do I miss? And most importantly… Where should I get my first cup of good coffee?

If you only had one day in London, how would you spend it?

While you ponder that all important question, here’s some stuff I’ve found on the Internet this week:

With more tube strikes expected this week, remember this is what the tube service looks like for those with a disability every day of the year.

London gets deleted with a giant photoshop eraser.

Scroll down, and there’s actually some valuable advice about how to grow plants and herbs in a city.

London property developments and unrealistic journey times.

A very old photograph of the London underground.

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Reading short stories online

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I’ve found it hard to read books recently. They’re too challenging. With so much time to sit and think every word carries more weight than usual. It’s too much to comprehend without over thinking everything.

Instead I’m reading short stories online, which is unusual for me as I never read fiction online and shun the Kindle. Maybe it’s the literature degree, my hoarder mentality, or the fact I want to make sure one aspect of my daily life has nothing to do with digital. Whatever, nothing beats a physical book in my hands.

Despite my reluctance I’ve been coping well reading short stories online. Especially when they are super short. I think I’ve found one form that I can comfortably enjoy digitalised.

Short stories. A central theme articulated to perfection. It’s cheesy as hell but inevitably I end each one with a smile, a tear or a nod of conviction.

Free return
Alexander McCall Smith

She was lonely. Exactly six years earlier, her husband, the owner of a company that planted trees across Scottish hillsides, informed her that he had been conducting an affair with his secretary, a woman named Bernie. Bernie was twenty-eight and was keen to meet a man of substance so that she would no longer have to work. Martin, the husband, fitted that description: he had shares in a race-horse called Highland Dancer, and he drove a car that only a wealthy man could own – an old Hispano-Souza. Bernie seduced him by standing very close to his chair when she passed him documents, and making sure that she inadvertently touched his shoulder or forearm at every opportunity.

After the affair was revealed, Clara, his wife, was filled with self-pity that lasted for some years. “I did nothing wrong,” she told herself – and her friends. “I was a good wife to him – and now this is how he behaves. Now there’s nothing for me. Nothing.”

Gradually she grew out of her self-pity and took to going to the theatre. She hoped to meet somebody there, but she found it difficult: people did not talk to one another in the theatre bar at intervals, nor did they linger after the show. But then she had an idea. She decided that she would purchase two tickets for each play, but would leave one at the box office, as a free return for anybody who wanted it. She knew the woman behind the counter and said to her: “Give it only to a man. “ The woman understood exactly what was going on, and complied with the instruction.

On the very first occasion on which she tried this, the ticket was given to an orthopaedic surgeon whose wife had just left him to live in the Scilly Isles with her lover, a tax accountant. He thanked her for the ticket and shyly invited her to join him for dinner after the show. She agreed, and they married four months later. They did the newspaper crosswords together, although she was rather better than he was at this. She said: “It doesn’t matter – it really doesn’t. It’s not a question of being clever – it’s more a question of tactics.”

via Alexander McCall Smith on Facebook


Recently I’ve read a lot of blogs from freelancers and bloggers about working from home. I thought I’d throw my few thoughts into the mix and kindly ask for any advice you might have to give from your own experiences!

Working from home

A few things about my situation:

  • I’m currently working from home because I broke my leg, so there was no transition period to prepare.
  • I predominantly work alone in the office, so I’m used to planning my days and managing my workload alone.
  • At work I have a huge number of emails in my inbox. I find it very hard to delete anything and am guilty of sending too many emails.

Dedicated space
Ask anyone about working from home and the first thing they’ll say is ‘make sure you have a dedicated work space’. It could be a home office, a desk in the corner of the room or even under the stairs, or so they say. There’s no doubt in my mind that that would help, but up until last week I needed to keep my leg elevated at all times so sitting at a desk wasn’t going to work.

However I tried to take that ethos and adapt it to my own needs. I found that simply moving between chairs throughout the day helped me keep my focus. I sat on the sofa with my leg up to check emails, research and read industry blogs. Then I’d move to a sturdier chair with my leg up on an ottoman to produce work. It might seem silly, but simply mixing things up helped me schedule out my day into tasks.

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