Status Updates From Six Square Metres: Reflecti...

There, in the glow of the fluorescent lights of the car park, I was behaving like a witch. I was stirring the cauldron. Hubble bubble.

—slugs. They were long, leathery, and dappled, as though they were wearing leopard-skin coats.

There is an anal satisfaction to tax time – the summing up of a year of life, and arriving at a neat series of numbers.

An index finger in the soil will have to do.

There are recipes for stuffed marrow, but in my opinion, life is too short to stuff any vegetable.

There is a difference between reflecting on one’s actions, and criticizing them.

An instinct for growth, a universal miracle best described as things growing, almost no matter what, and life being a messy fashion, no matter what plans we make, and the wonder of unintended consequences.

I hate it, but it is mine.

This book has inspired to persist in written reflection. There is much to be learned from it 👍

Hilarious!

I love these short but sweet reflections; they are less arduous to read and very thoughtfully honest 👌

Beautifully honest 💜

So honest. Made me laugh out loud a few times 😂😂