Woman in Green Park: Is it St Patrick's Day? Do we know any Irish people?

I watch a plane fly over Vauxhall Bridge. Obscuring clouds make a silvery moon of the sun. The Thames laps at the pebbled sides of its enclosure.

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Man in Tescos (with what might be considered a surprising amount of urgency): Dolores. Stay with me. I haven’t got a clubcard.

A pigeon sleeps above the door of a kitchen appliances shop.

As I sit with my 93-year-old uncle in Durham discussing the simple joys of reading human-made writing and the pleasure of analogue art, I am reminded to tell you about my Patreon where you can find all these things from me. You are so welcome there: www.patreon.com/cw/MirandaKe... 🥰

As I walk through Buckingham I see a man walking on the other side of the road. He hasn't realised that the pavement in front of him will run out around the corner. It's like looking at my past self - before I had walked this route, and learnt of the need to preemptively cross over.

Little girl in the toilet in the park (in a very loud voice): Mum! Her mum: Yes? Little girl (still shouting): Is any poo coming out or is it only wee you’re having?

Man reading a private health care add on the Tube that says ‘everyone’s welcome’: No. That’s the problem. They’re not.

Man answering his phone: Hi mate. How are you? Got any Pagan plans for this weekend?

A guard working at a Tube station reprimands some teenage boys who aren’t helping their mums. Her: Why are your mothers struggling with the bags, trying to read the time table, plan everything? You’re nearly grown men. Take some responsibility. The boys nod, eyes down. She is very high status.

Dad outside nursery talking about toddlers: You know how you feel like you’re in control, but you’re not? Mum: I don’t even feel like I’m in control.

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Good night folks x

Early stroll. Sky as grey as that old vest you chucked out. My apple has myriad pips. An unsmoked cigarette broken at right angles on the floor. A man burps performatively as he walks by. A cardboard box with the word FREE on it.

Man (to a colleague at Euston Station): I can see you somewhere posh one day. Like Richmond, Yorkshire.

A vast man sits on the tube. His huge face is bearded. He wears green. Beside him, his small wife sits - slightly squashed. They have roses tattooed on their hands, which end in tattooed wedding bands. Over her inked one, his wife wears a real ring. They look content together.

Just in case you don't know about The Journal of Everyday Magic...Here it is: www.patreon.com/collection/2... ❤️ 100% human written and typed by me! One of the typed fonts is made from my handwriting. Even the issue title images are handwritten post-it notes photographed by me against origami paper 🥰

I earn a little from my books but not my podcast or from sharing my work online. People say my posts make them feel calm, which is worth a lot to me. Surviving as a creative is increasingly hard. Only if you can, support me here: patreon.com/MirandaKeeling ✍️ 🙏 ❤️

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I like to think that the sound of a light breeze blowing through the leaves of trees in the park is called a 'soothing'.

Little boy pointing at my puppy: Who is that little man? Me: She’s a dog. Little boy (laughing): No he’s not!

Woman on her phone in Kings Cross: Yes but we all know Susan, that lovely as one is, a parakeet, is a far cry from a kitten.

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I have a new free member!! 🙏🥹😘

Would you like to support me to continue to do what I do in this overwhelmingly AI-filled world? You can! For FREE, or on one of my subscriptions which start at £1 per month. Try my Journal of Everyday Magic or my Short Story Club if that's your cup of tea. It means the world to have your support 🙏❤️

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Street cleaner on his phone: I don't meet like minded people. I don't meet any people. And if I do, I don't like them.

Woman on the train: There were tears streaming down my face. It was definitely the garlic bread.

Train driver over the tannoy just now: If you need to stop at Crewe, unlucky, you’re on the wrong train.

My seven-year-old (to our puppy): I would give my bed and my roller-skates for you.

My seven-year-old: Mummy? Me: Yes? Her: Would you give away all of your apples to keep the koalas alive? Me: Yes. I mean, of course, right?

Love the glimpse into the beautiful mind that notated this used copy of Moby Dick I got

A builder outside a site lifting heavy things, does the distinctive both-eyed wince of one who is keeping a lit cigarette in his mouth whilst doing something with both hands.

I GET LOGGED OUT. BUT I LOG IN AGAIN

Two bespectacled men on the tube chew chocolate bourbon biscuits from a shared packet in subtlety solemn unison.

Train driver: There's a problem with this train. The lights will go off while I...sort it out. Man: Ha! He's turning it off and on again.

Man in Windermere: Nice dog. Me: Thanks. Man: Lots of energy. Me: Yes. Shes very excited. She’s not left london before. Man: Oh yes. It’s all going on here. Fields. Hills. Sheep. The lot.

A tipsy man on the train tries to point his road out to a stranger as we arrive at Kendal Station. Man (pointing out the window): It’s there, my street. There. It’s there, no there, no there, no definitely there. Oh dear it’s all moving.

Four women on the platform at Lancaster Station have a serious discussion - holographic party hats atop their heads lending a lightness to the whole thing.

Two new dads on the train discuss the fact that although they're incredibly tired, they wouldn't change back into 'non-dads' for the world.

A man in Kings Cross walks his very cute, new puppy, both of them constantly exchanging looks of pleased-to-be-togetherness.

I earn a little from my books but not my podcast or from sharing my work online. People say my posts make them feel calm, which is worth a lot to me. Surviving as a creative is increasingly hard. Only if you can, support me here: www.patreon.com/cw/MirandaKe...

Man on the train: I was thinking about living more ethically recently. If I was a better person, I'd be all over it.

Musings on a brick-wall-world. Free to read: www.patreon.com/posts/158658...

A bit about what I do: www.patreon.com/posts/158569...

There's something about her use of the word 'most' 😆🥹