Gah. Great website. No RSS. No newsletter. Protected Twitter account. How am I meant to know when you write something new?
Sadly, a birthday weekend doesn’t make me exempt from the business of being Daddy taxi for most of it: Brownies, swimming lessons (x2), Sea Lights and (joy of joys) a children’s bouncy castle party.
I will need ALL THE COFFEE. ☕️
Reading everyone’s “admiration” posts made me realise that, at this point of my life, I rarely admire people, but I often admire actions or decisions.
That’s not to do with growing cynicism, but more a happy acceptance that people are messy and complicated.
It’s a rough morning, watching friends and former students getting fired from Twitter.
I’m glad I’ve got this place to spend time in instead. Thank you, lovely micro.blog folks.
Well, I suppose the good thing about the reports that Revue (owned by Twitter) will be gone by the end of the year, dead by order of Musk, is that I now have licence to officially abandon my neglected newsletter there…
Working late at the office, adding a feast of links to Moodle, for the journalism students to ”enjoy”…
Well, it might have been chucking it down all day, and the wind has thrown things around the garden, but given how dry the summer was, I figure the plants could really do with it.
Enjoying Halloween on a warm but wet night.
A modest haul of sweets for the girls, but good fun in good company.
