So our next door neighbour is a very sweet American lady who has lived in the UK for about a year. We all regularly have a good chuckle at little bits of cross-cultural miscommunication, the latest one has absolutely done me in
Pressed 15 gallons of apple juice with our neighbours this weekend. Lenny was hard at work as apple quality assurance dog (He was mostly delighted that we had brought SO MANY BALLS into the garden!).
I'm looking after my nan while my mum is on holiday. Nan has dementia and terminal bowel cancer. By all accounts, she should not still be here, and in many ways, she sort of isn't. But in between, there are moments like this, where my childhood home is a little warm beacon in the night, unchanged.
Reading Pratchett in my early teens had a tremendous impact on the kind of adult I wanted to be. This week, a man harassed a woman on the train, insisting she was too pretty to sit on her own. Several older men watched and did nothing. I told him he could sit with me. He declined and moved on.
We took the dog for a long (4+ hour) walk through ancient woodland today. We are all exhausted from a wonderful day visiting the most magnificent enormous trees the forest had to offer.
Listening to Radio 4's programme on Jacob Bronowski. In a former life I used to work in Lisa Jardine's research group, and what a joy it is to hear her voice on the airwaves again.
This is basically my actual career, next time just @ me
