Today’s news about the US presidential election gives me a little hope for the first time since 2016’s Brexit vote that being of fundamentally decent character still might matter.
I’m not willing to inflate the balloon of hope too much just yet. But a little hope is nice.
It’s not exactly puzzling why we chose to live here, is it?
There’s something utterly magical to me about beaches in the off season, when it’s just us die hards out there…
I’ve slipped out of the habit of using my 9.7 iPad Pro, and that means I’d forgotten what a lovely size of device this is for reading and email. It’s probably due an upgrade when the new iPad Pros hit next year.
Maybe I’ll even be using it when travelling again by then.
This is strangely delightful in the twilight world of an uncertain presidential result: Neon Trump comes to Hackney
(It’s guerrilla art)
Hospital visit concluded. My youngest’s head wound cleaned and glued together. And I didn’t have to stoop to bribing her to be brave. She managed that all by herself.
I’m so proud of the courage and self-possession she has as a five year old. Long may it last.
So, lockdown it is, from tonight. I’m very lucky to be living very near to these places. It’s going to be much easier for us than so many others.
