Chapters on Wheelz

You know how some people go for a jog to clear their mind? Yeah, well… I go for cheese.

There’s something about the buttery, melty, creamy goodness that just gets me on a soul level. A bad day? Cheese. A good day? Also cheese. Existential crisis at 2am? You guessed it – cheese, probably melted on toast like it’s saving my life one crunchy bite at a time.

Alright, let’s talk games. Card games, board games, video games—whatever gets the competitive gremlin inside you grinning with glee. We’ve all got that one favourite. You know, the game you insist you’re “not that good at” and then suddenly transform into a ruthless champion of destruction the second someone hands you the dice. Yeah. That one.

You ever look up from what you’re doing and realise it’s suddenly dark outside, your tea’s gone cold, your phone’s on 2%, and you’ve somehow forgotten to blink for the last hour and a half? Yeah. That’s when you know time just packed its bags and left the chat.

(A blog post for the chronically polite and perpetually baffled)

Right, we need to talk. No, seriously – pull up a chair, grab a cuppa (tea or coffee, I’m inclusive like that), and let’s unpack one of my biggest daily gripes: rudeness. I’m talking about the kind of behaviour that makes you raise your eyebrows so high they practically move in with your hairline.