I imagine purgatory is much like Hayward’s Heath station at 9pm on a Wednesday.

A person stands on a train platform at night as a train arrives or departs.

Sign that I’ve been flying more than travelling on trains of late: just hunted for my boarding pass as the train pulled in…

I imagine purgatory is much like Hayward’s Heath station at 9pm on a Wednesday.

A person stands alone on a train station platform at night, with a train either arriving or departing.

With Google no longer indexing older pages, and deletionists removing great swathes of human endeavour from Wikipedia, it feels like the web is failing at its basic premise right now.

Oh, Monday. Recommendation time.

Micro Monday recommendation: @tibz - Thibault is a friend from his Brighton days. After a year’s global peregrinations he’s settling into Dublin with his lovely partner, and has interesting things to say about tech.

This is the first year of my self-employment that I’ve been really disciplined about tracking expenses. My goodness, it makes a difference, doesn’t it?

Stop. Coffee time.

A red cup filled with coffee sits on a white saucer next to a laptop keyboard on a black table.

Stop. Coffee time.

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A person is sitting inside a glass bus shelter next to a large, leafless tree under a clear blue sky.
A quiet train station platform with a small shelter and a large bare tree under a clear blue sky.