Miranda Keeling
@mirandakeeling.com
Author. Actor. Observer of everyday life.
https://www.mirandakeeling.com
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https://www.mirandakeeling.com
Buy my new book: https://geni.us/ThePlaceImin
Buy my first book: https://tinyurl.com/ycz2hc94
Listen to my podcast: https://StoppingToNotice.lnk.to/podcastho
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Miranda Keeling
@mirandakeeling.com
· Aug 10
I wrote a book! And I promise you'll love it 🤩
Here's what Philip Pullman says about it: 'This book is lovely - Miranda's observations are as sharp as ever, and in a strange way they seem to sharpen my own.'
Buy your copy here: geni.us/ThePlaceImin ❤️
Here's what Philip Pullman says about it: 'This book is lovely - Miranda's observations are as sharp as ever, and in a strange way they seem to sharpen my own.'
Buy your copy here: geni.us/ThePlaceImin ❤️
For many years I have been posting little observations online. What you may not know is that for many years, artists have been illustrating them - for no reason other than they wanted to respond. Below is a thread of some of these beautiful drawings because they should be seen 🧵
January 15, 2026 at 12:55 PM
For many years I have been posting little observations online. What you may not know is that for many years, artists have been illustrating them - for no reason other than they wanted to respond. Below is a thread of some of these beautiful drawings because they should be seen 🧵
Two people face each other across a café table, like the optical illusion of the vase or faces in profile.
January 15, 2026 at 11:14 AM
Two people face each other across a café table, like the optical illusion of the vase or faces in profile.
Some retired friends in a café discuss all the illnesses they’re getting now they are retired.
Man: They say youth’s wasted on the young. Well retirement’s wasted on the old.
Man: They say youth’s wasted on the young. Well retirement’s wasted on the old.
January 15, 2026 at 11:12 AM
Some retired friends in a café discuss all the illnesses they’re getting now they are retired.
Man: They say youth’s wasted on the young. Well retirement’s wasted on the old.
Man: They say youth’s wasted on the young. Well retirement’s wasted on the old.
Dad on the school run: How was your morning?
Mum: Made a rookie mistake. Didn’t hide the give-away pile well enough. This morning the 7-year-old saw it, said, ‘Oh I forgot I had these!’ and took them all back to her room.
Mum: Made a rookie mistake. Didn’t hide the give-away pile well enough. This morning the 7-year-old saw it, said, ‘Oh I forgot I had these!’ and took them all back to her room.
January 15, 2026 at 10:06 AM
Dad on the school run: How was your morning?
Mum: Made a rookie mistake. Didn’t hide the give-away pile well enough. This morning the 7-year-old saw it, said, ‘Oh I forgot I had these!’ and took them all back to her room.
Mum: Made a rookie mistake. Didn’t hide the give-away pile well enough. This morning the 7-year-old saw it, said, ‘Oh I forgot I had these!’ and took them all back to her room.
Upside-down, in my photo of Hollow Ponds, a stony-ground dusk descends over a pale, grey water-sky. Below a horizon of oxidised-iron coloured leaves, a seeming reflection of winter trees, branches bare - vein-like, and down beneath, a bird in topsy-turvy flight.
January 14, 2026 at 4:52 PM
Upside-down, in my photo of Hollow Ponds, a stony-ground dusk descends over a pale, grey water-sky. Below a horizon of oxidised-iron coloured leaves, a seeming reflection of winter trees, branches bare - vein-like, and down beneath, a bird in topsy-turvy flight.
My puppy’s lead makes best friends with the gorse bushes at Hollow Ponds and I, like a teacher when two children are distracting each other, have to separate them, to move forward.
January 14, 2026 at 3:26 PM
My puppy’s lead makes best friends with the gorse bushes at Hollow Ponds and I, like a teacher when two children are distracting each other, have to separate them, to move forward.
Branches of a Birch tree lie on the forest floor, still rivers of silver across the rust-red leaves.
January 14, 2026 at 3:24 PM
Branches of a Birch tree lie on the forest floor, still rivers of silver across the rust-red leaves.
Woman in the woods: You know what I think women or any vulnerable people walking alone in the woods or anywhere like that could do with? Wing mirrors.
January 14, 2026 at 3:22 PM
Woman in the woods: You know what I think women or any vulnerable people walking alone in the woods or anywhere like that could do with? Wing mirrors.
Reposted by Miranda Keeling
Early stroll. Frost’s tight grip. It’s often slippery on that corner: it is today. I don’t know what kind of tree that is but that doesn’t make it any less beautiful. That half-eaten apple has been there for a week. The moon never gets dressed in the dark.
January 14, 2026 at 6:18 AM
Early stroll. Frost’s tight grip. It’s often slippery on that corner: it is today. I don’t know what kind of tree that is but that doesn’t make it any less beautiful. That half-eaten apple has been there for a week. The moon never gets dressed in the dark.
Reposted by Miranda Keeling
Yesterday I bought some trousers & last night I went to the Atlantic (the local disco). There was some nice blokes there, about 3 or 4 Punk blokes & lots of punk girls. My zip broke while I was pogoing & no one seemed to have any safety pins, even the punks.
January 14, 2026 at 8:30 AM
Yesterday I bought some trousers & last night I went to the Atlantic (the local disco). There was some nice blokes there, about 3 or 4 Punk blokes & lots of punk girls. My zip broke while I was pogoing & no one seemed to have any safety pins, even the punks.
Hope you’re all doing ok out there. It’s not an easy time to be a feeling, noticing person 😘
January 13, 2026 at 8:49 PM
Hope you’re all doing ok out there. It’s not an easy time to be a feeling, noticing person 😘
Man 1 walking behind me in Tottenham: Feels end of days.
Man 2: Yes.
Man 1: So I might as well tell you.
Man 2: What?
Man 1: (inhales) That I love you.
Long pause.
Man 1: You don’t feel the same.
Man 2: Of course I do you silly sausage I’m just trying not to cry.
Man 2: Yes.
Man 1: So I might as well tell you.
Man 2: What?
Man 1: (inhales) That I love you.
Long pause.
Man 1: You don’t feel the same.
Man 2: Of course I do you silly sausage I’m just trying not to cry.
January 13, 2026 at 8:30 PM
Man 1 walking behind me in Tottenham: Feels end of days.
Man 2: Yes.
Man 1: So I might as well tell you.
Man 2: What?
Man 1: (inhales) That I love you.
Long pause.
Man 1: You don’t feel the same.
Man 2: Of course I do you silly sausage I’m just trying not to cry.
Man 2: Yes.
Man 1: So I might as well tell you.
Man 2: What?
Man 1: (inhales) That I love you.
Long pause.
Man 1: You don’t feel the same.
Man 2: Of course I do you silly sausage I’m just trying not to cry.
Rain hits my window with a soft, sharp sound. My puppy sleeps on the sofa. I sit on the floor drinking coffee and writing this. I have always liked to sit on the floor. Since I was a child. Not exclusively, I like sofas and chairs, but there is something nice about the floor.
January 13, 2026 at 9:36 AM
Rain hits my window with a soft, sharp sound. My puppy sleeps on the sofa. I sit on the floor drinking coffee and writing this. I have always liked to sit on the floor. Since I was a child. Not exclusively, I like sofas and chairs, but there is something nice about the floor.
It occurs to me that you know that I’m here now from X, but for folks who don’t know I’m here and would like to know or who you think don’t know me yet and might like some everyday joy vignettes dropping onto their timeline to momentarily quiet the mayhem - hello! 👋🏻 I promise to do just that ❤️
January 13, 2026 at 9:30 AM
It occurs to me that you know that I’m here now from X, but for folks who don’t know I’m here and would like to know or who you think don’t know me yet and might like some everyday joy vignettes dropping onto their timeline to momentarily quiet the mayhem - hello! 👋🏻 I promise to do just that ❤️
Reposted by Miranda Keeling
Early stroll. The sky has a flannel over its face. A blackbird’s alarm call rattles the morning. That upside down yogurt pot looks like an alien spacecraft. A bloke and I exchange raised thumbs. I blow my nose like the foghorn of a ship passing Girvan.
January 13, 2026 at 6:29 AM
Early stroll. The sky has a flannel over its face. A blackbird’s alarm call rattles the morning. That upside down yogurt pot looks like an alien spacecraft. A bloke and I exchange raised thumbs. I blow my nose like the foghorn of a ship passing Girvan.
The wonderful Ian McMillan is here! 🎉
Like any new home I may have to buy new furniture or rearrange the furniture I’ve got.
January 11, 2026 at 6:23 PM
The wonderful Ian McMillan is here! 🎉
The rain speckles the pavement and the screen of this phone I’m typing upon, leaving rainbow dots in the streetlights. A child cries at a bus-stop. A woman talks rapidly on her phone, beneath her coat, a green and pink sari gleams.
January 9, 2026 at 7:55 PM
The rain speckles the pavement and the screen of this phone I’m typing upon, leaving rainbow dots in the streetlights. A child cries at a bus-stop. A woman talks rapidly on her phone, beneath her coat, a green and pink sari gleams.
Man in Walthamstow: Maybe she’s less…or, I guess I’m just more…you know?
His friend: No mate. I don’t.
His friend: No mate. I don’t.
January 9, 2026 at 7:49 PM
Man in Walthamstow: Maybe she’s less…or, I guess I’m just more…you know?
His friend: No mate. I don’t.
His friend: No mate. I don’t.
As she looks away, a woman’s dog snaffles a cola-bottle from the ground.
Man with a pug: Your dog is eating a sweet!
Woman: Yup. Eaten. She has eaten a sweet.
Man: You shouldn’t have let her. It’s not healthy.
Woman: I know. She’s so fast.
Man: Not good enough.
Woman: At least my dog can breathe.
Man with a pug: Your dog is eating a sweet!
Woman: Yup. Eaten. She has eaten a sweet.
Man: You shouldn’t have let her. It’s not healthy.
Woman: I know. She’s so fast.
Man: Not good enough.
Woman: At least my dog can breathe.
January 7, 2026 at 3:10 PM
As she looks away, a woman’s dog snaffles a cola-bottle from the ground.
Man with a pug: Your dog is eating a sweet!
Woman: Yup. Eaten. She has eaten a sweet.
Man: You shouldn’t have let her. It’s not healthy.
Woman: I know. She’s so fast.
Man: Not good enough.
Woman: At least my dog can breathe.
Man with a pug: Your dog is eating a sweet!
Woman: Yup. Eaten. She has eaten a sweet.
Man: You shouldn’t have let her. It’s not healthy.
Woman: I know. She’s so fast.
Man: Not good enough.
Woman: At least my dog can breathe.
Who wants to go to the seaside? This week's podcast is recorded in St Leonards-on-Sea! Come for a stroll with me: stoppingtonotice.lnk.to/podcastho Recorded in 3D sound, so listen with headphones if you can 😊 🎧 and please do leave a review! It gives us the chance reach more listeners like you 🩷🙏
January 7, 2026 at 11:37 AM
Who wants to go to the seaside? This week's podcast is recorded in St Leonards-on-Sea! Come for a stroll with me: stoppingtonotice.lnk.to/podcastho Recorded in 3D sound, so listen with headphones if you can 😊 🎧 and please do leave a review! It gives us the chance reach more listeners like you 🩷🙏
Woman watching a barrista make a heart in her coffee foam: Lovely. It’s harder with oat milk isn’t it?
Barista: Um, not…
Woman behind them: Just say yes. Grab compliments with both hands.
Barista: Um, not…
Woman behind them: Just say yes. Grab compliments with both hands.
January 7, 2026 at 9:19 AM
Woman watching a barrista make a heart in her coffee foam: Lovely. It’s harder with oat milk isn’t it?
Barista: Um, not…
Woman behind them: Just say yes. Grab compliments with both hands.
Barista: Um, not…
Woman behind them: Just say yes. Grab compliments with both hands.
Ok so this morning I discovered that my emoji list doesn’t have ‘wellies’ or even the more formal ‘wellington boots’ on it and that is frankly devastating my weather-based British message chat.
January 7, 2026 at 7:58 AM
Ok so this morning I discovered that my emoji list doesn’t have ‘wellies’ or even the more formal ‘wellington boots’ on it and that is frankly devastating my weather-based British message chat.
Reposted by Miranda Keeling
When I Stopped to Notice @mirandakeeling.com
January 6, 2026 at 3:17 PM
When I Stopped to Notice @mirandakeeling.com
Man in a shop: Any New Year’s resolutions?
Woman: Yeah. Not ending every statement with, ‘If that makes sense?’
Woman: Yeah. Not ending every statement with, ‘If that makes sense?’
January 6, 2026 at 2:11 PM
Man in a shop: Any New Year’s resolutions?
Woman: Yeah. Not ending every statement with, ‘If that makes sense?’
Woman: Yeah. Not ending every statement with, ‘If that makes sense?’