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  • Treats that aren’t television and other revelations

    Our first flight, from Montreal to Tokyo, was blissfully relaxing; I got to doze and watch as many films as I liked. I realise now that I reached this beatific state by allowing the kids to also watch as much television as they liked. I.e. for the entire duration of the flight. When we arrived […]

  • Bloc Shop

    Today I took the morning off to go down to Bloc Shop, a bouldering gym in the south of Montreal. It’s inside an unprepossessing brown brick building, which I assume was a warehouse or an industrial unit before they put up a lot of overhanging walls with bolt-ons.

  • Now I am 19

    I wasn’t expecting to do very well at the climbing wall today; with less than three hours sleep before we got up this morning, and only an hour snatched when I went home early, incapable of thought, I wasn’t really set up for success. So I was a bit intimidated when we went straight to […]

  • Now I am 16

    I couldn’t sleep last night, my brain buzzing with ideas, and my throat sticky with phlegm, so I lay on the sofa and read the rest of a Walter Jon Williams book and then passed out, to be woken by my children this morning. This didn’t bode well for this evening’s climbing session. Today I […]

  • Climbing the walls for Mother’s Day

    This morning, after my wife had opened her mother’s day cards, I got the children out from under her feet by taking them down to the Tiong Bahru Bakery for bread-related shenanigans. That meant a quick detour to a public lavatory, where Destroyer first demanded and then denied the need for a toilet, and then […]

  • Hot mess, not enough steps

    Today I didn’t manage to do 10,000 steps, but I did about half an hour of riding my scooter around (back and forth between the climbing wall and home) and although that doesn’t count on my fitness tracker, surely it’s something. I had a class at the climbing wall, some time spent practicing compressions, and […]

  • A finger of fudge

    I probably overdid it with the climbing yesterday (every joint on my fingers blistered) but I still made it to my session this evening. I climbed one thing I’d never attempted before, where I hadn’t had any thought beforehand of being able to do it, and then struggled with another problem for ten minutes before […]

  • Of pancakes and exercise

    Screaming woke me. It punctured the shield of the hangover I had, eventually forcing me toeave my bed and see what the children were screaming about. They were, of course, just screaming. They don’t need any particular reason for that. When my wife was at boiling point (the kids had been winding her up for […]

  • Death Grip

    Here are some stories. I am a sample of one. I am not a useful source of medical advice. You should not make decisions based on what I write. When I was 21, during the summer break after my first year at university, I fell while doing martial arts and broke a bone in my […]

  • Climbing the walls

    La Serpiente was sick today with a cough, so she spent the day driving my wife mental while I hid at work. She had recovered enough to go to her ballet class this afternoon, and to spend the evening fighting with her sister over Lego. So by 7:30, nerves were fraying and my wife was […]