Curiously Charis

It was one of those mornings she loved. Though the mist clung close to the coast, it was probably sunny half a mile inland. The mornings weren’t yet cold enough for frost, but the chill still prevailed and she’d had to break out her winter coat. Thankfully it still fit. She breathed in the autumn air - taking in the smells she’d come to recognise as home - salt, seaweed, chips; fumes from the buses. It was almost 11am - she knew he’d be late again. She also knew he’d want to go Smith’s cafe, even though it was the greasiest of the greasy spoons in town, all plastic chairs and vinyl tablecloths, couples who looked about 100 years old tucking into black pudding and baked beans. She sat back on the bench and wondered how she’d come to view these years later on. Probably a wasted time, she’d thought, cynically, before softening. They’d had some fun together, she supposed. “Why am I thinking as though he’s gone? As though it's over already?” She asked herself, still melancholy, desp...

At the start of each new year I write a list of 30 things I’d like to do that year. They are a mixture of big, medium, small and sometimes absolutely miniscule things that I’d like to achieve, and to be honest this is my third year and I’ve yet to achieve all 30! I write these lists to basically make sure I don’t just spend the whole year on Facebook/Netflix/Instagram and actually do some stuff! But half the time I end up being a bit too scared to set out to do what I hoped I would. I was probably a bit optimistic with my 'green wave' expected time...    This year I’m trying hard to battle the urge to just do nothing with my time. I think the biggest challenge I have set myself is to run the Great North Run. It’s really not gone smoothly so far though! It’s been one set back after another. I’ve been injured since four weeks into training in May time. Now add a knee injury to the long list!  Before I set out training I had such grand plan...