Tempted To Burn Mortgage, Do Something Nutty

I’m being…such a grown-up. Which may sound strange, considering that I’m 38. But this week includes things like work on my house and Pilates and “talking to the council” and attending a professional meeting as a volunteer and seeing a podiatrist. I gather that most podiatrists are sporty types, that it’s not as stodgy as you’d think, but still. And if I had to choose between, say, a podiatrist and a proctologist, I'm glad it's my first choice I'd be seeing tonight.

It’s life-moments like this that give charm to madness like The Mongol Rally, gacked from tatnja. Thinking about my Uncle Tony, the gay art dealer, who drove something like a Morris Mini across Asia Minor in 1958- 59 – from London to Delhi – I’m truly, truly tempted.

I’ve mentioned before that I read Uncle Tony’s diary of the trip: heartbroken after a Dear John letter caught up with him in India, he then hopped on a boat to Australia and hitchhiked from Perth to Melbourne. Across the Nullarbor.

An article about children of hoarders and their suffering, linked from a personal anecdote here. “Decades of craziness were erased in a matter of weeks, and yet the ghosts of all that junk somehow manage to haunt all of us still.”