Miranda Keeling
@mirandakeeling.com
Author. Actor. Observer of everyday life.
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
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 ❤️
People have responded 🥹 thank you so much ☺️🙏🏻
It’s tough out there. For everyone. So I ask this only if you can. Apart from my books, my time and writing doesn’t pay - here on social media, or on my podcast. If you would like to support me so I can continue to offer my work for free, you can here: ko-fi.com/mirandakeeling no pressure at all ❤️
November 25, 2025 at 7:27 PM
People have responded 🥹 thank you so much ☺️🙏🏻
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It’s tough out there. For everyone. So I ask this only if you can. Apart from my books, my time and writing doesn’t pay - here on social media, or on my podcast. If you would like to support me so I can continue to offer my work for free, you can here: ko-fi.com/mirandakeeling no pressure at all ❤️
November 25, 2025 at 10:50 AM
It’s tough out there. For everyone. So I ask this only if you can. Apart from my books, my time and writing doesn’t pay - here on social media, or on my podcast. If you would like to support me so I can continue to offer my work for free, you can here: ko-fi.com/mirandakeeling no pressure at all ❤️
Man near the cathedral in Durham: The amount of times we get a decent weather forecast and then it says 'except in the North East'.
November 24, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Man near the cathedral in Durham: The amount of times we get a decent weather forecast and then it says 'except in the North East'.
Two women walk through the rain in Durham. They wear pyjamas, dressing gowns and slippers. They eat very damp croissants.
November 24, 2025 at 2:56 PM
Two women walk through the rain in Durham. They wear pyjamas, dressing gowns and slippers. They eat very damp croissants.
My (very fit for his age) 92-year-old uncle in Durham: I get most of my exercise trying to find things in Tesco.
November 24, 2025 at 2:21 PM
My (very fit for his age) 92-year-old uncle in Durham: I get most of my exercise trying to find things in Tesco.
In a café, a flexible woman stands on one leg talking to a friend, whilst absentmindedly stretching the other leg up to touch her foot almost to her ear.
November 24, 2025 at 8:52 AM
In a café, a flexible woman stands on one leg talking to a friend, whilst absentmindedly stretching the other leg up to touch her foot almost to her ear.
Did you know that I write and present a children's podcast? We've released series 2! Here it is if you fancy a listen:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/show/1wgm62K...
Apple: podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/t...
Spotify: open.spotify.com/show/1wgm62K...
Apple: podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/t...
November 24, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Did you know that I write and present a children's podcast? We've released series 2! Here it is if you fancy a listen:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/show/1wgm62K...
Apple: podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/t...
Spotify: open.spotify.com/show/1wgm62K...
Apple: podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/t...
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Late stroll. A plump half-moon lights the snaking, silvery footpath up the hill. The ghosts of leaves make a fading patterned carpet. Two bins guard a garden gate: rubbish sentries. A For Sale sign has grown overnight on the verge, like a rare species of mushroom.
November 23, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Late stroll. A plump half-moon lights the snaking, silvery footpath up the hill. The ghosts of leaves make a fading patterned carpet. Two bins guard a garden gate: rubbish sentries. A For Sale sign has grown overnight on the verge, like a rare species of mushroom.
The glorious bells of Durham cathedral begin toll as I cross Elvet Bridge, and I break out in a smile at their deeply familiar sound.
November 23, 2025 at 3:29 PM
The glorious bells of Durham cathedral begin toll as I cross Elvet Bridge, and I break out in a smile at their deeply familiar sound.
Teenage girl outside Durham bus station: He’s scared of me ‘coz I used to beat him at arm wrestling in primary school.
November 23, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Teenage girl outside Durham bus station: He’s scared of me ‘coz I used to beat him at arm wrestling in primary school.
Me as I arrive at Durham Station: God it’s taken me a long time to get here.
Woman near me on the train: Where did you come from?
Me: London. 6 hours ago.
Woman: I just got on at Darlington. I’m sorry.
Woman near me on the train: Where did you come from?
Me: London. 6 hours ago.
Woman: I just got on at Darlington. I’m sorry.
November 23, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Me as I arrive at Durham Station: God it’s taken me a long time to get here.
Woman near me on the train: Where did you come from?
Me: London. 6 hours ago.
Woman: I just got on at Darlington. I’m sorry.
Woman near me on the train: Where did you come from?
Me: London. 6 hours ago.
Woman: I just got on at Darlington. I’m sorry.
Rain on the train window sews glittering jewels onto the blue, hooded top of a teenager beyond the glass on the platform at York Station.
November 23, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Rain on the train window sews glittering jewels onto the blue, hooded top of a teenager beyond the glass on the platform at York Station.
In reflection, these leaves fallen across a puddle, have found a way back into their parents’ arms.
November 23, 2025 at 10:04 AM
In reflection, these leaves fallen across a puddle, have found a way back into their parents’ arms.
Man at St Pancras Station: I’ve never seen so many people trying to get to Sheffield. And I was born there.
November 23, 2025 at 9:50 AM
Man at St Pancras Station: I’ve never seen so many people trying to get to Sheffield. And I was born there.
Man talking to the train guard: I need to get on this train. It’s my mum’s 80th birthday lunch. And then I’ll need to get home after to feed my cat.
November 23, 2025 at 9:50 AM
Man talking to the train guard: I need to get on this train. It’s my mum’s 80th birthday lunch. And then I’ll need to get home after to feed my cat.
Wow, EMR has oversold tickets again and tons of us can’t get on our train. Such Sunday morning fun times.
November 23, 2025 at 9:49 AM
Wow, EMR has oversold tickets again and tons of us can’t get on our train. Such Sunday morning fun times.
Train station announcer: If you have luggage or a buggy, please use the lift.
Woman: What? Oh, buggy. I thought she said puppy.
Woman: What? Oh, buggy. I thought she said puppy.
November 23, 2025 at 9:48 AM
Train station announcer: If you have luggage or a buggy, please use the lift.
Woman: What? Oh, buggy. I thought she said puppy.
Woman: What? Oh, buggy. I thought she said puppy.
Superb shadows cast by a bicycle work their distorted fun-house-mirror magic on a quiet London street.
November 22, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Superb shadows cast by a bicycle work their distorted fun-house-mirror magic on a quiet London street.
A bouncer-shaped man walks through Hackney in black leather, moonlight gleaming off his bald head and loud taps on the bottoms of his boots.
November 22, 2025 at 8:07 PM
A bouncer-shaped man walks through Hackney in black leather, moonlight gleaming off his bald head and loud taps on the bottoms of his boots.
Two smartly dressed women with prefect hair wait to cross the road, each with their left foot lightly resting on a scooter.
November 22, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Two smartly dressed women with prefect hair wait to cross the road, each with their left foot lightly resting on a scooter.
In the evening mist, street-lamps appear strung together, individual bright beads on a necklace of the night.
November 22, 2025 at 8:06 PM
In the evening mist, street-lamps appear strung together, individual bright beads on a necklace of the night.
I am happy to live in a world where it's someone's job to play the triangle.
November 22, 2025 at 2:28 PM
I am happy to live in a world where it's someone's job to play the triangle.
Man in a shop: How was Japan?
Woman: Good. I met a man who couldn't read English. I let him know that the word printed on his favourite top was 'tampons'.
Woman: Good. I met a man who couldn't read English. I let him know that the word printed on his favourite top was 'tampons'.
November 22, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Man in a shop: How was Japan?
Woman: Good. I met a man who couldn't read English. I let him know that the word printed on his favourite top was 'tampons'.
Woman: Good. I met a man who couldn't read English. I let him know that the word printed on his favourite top was 'tampons'.
A man and a woman jog past me in south london.
Man: It's the green man!
Woman: Yes!
Man: I love the green man!
Woman: Me too! He's great!
Man: It's the green man!
Woman: Yes!
Man: I love the green man!
Woman: Me too! He's great!
November 22, 2025 at 2:25 PM
A man and a woman jog past me in south london.
Man: It's the green man!
Woman: Yes!
Man: I love the green man!
Woman: Me too! He's great!
Man: It's the green man!
Woman: Yes!
Man: I love the green man!
Woman: Me too! He's great!