When I had a Real Job (™), I used to routinely ignore work email when on holiday, and come back to a terrifying pile of unreads. This is the first time I’ve managed to do that in nearly a decade of self-employment.

Wish me luck. I’m going in.


My classy, elegant meeting space this morning…


Just spent a happy couple of hours revamping a neglected blog, ready to start posting on it again from tomorrow.

Very happy with the new look.


One of the things I love about visiting Woods Mill is that you can get beautiful images before you’ve even left the car park…


The seductive lure of cognitive bias. Don’t look too hard, or the story might melt away…


Our lunchtime companion at Woods Mill.

A robin at Woods Mill in Sussex.

Spiked beauty.

A thistle at Woods Mill in Sussex

The only surprise here is that it took this long: The ‘Men Go Their Own Way’ Subreddit Has Been Banned


It is slightly terrifying to realise that, as of this autumn, I will be in a position to do “what I was blogging about 20/10/5 years ago…” posts.


Ulysses (a writing app) gets the ability to update Ghost posts — support for updating micro.blog posts coming next.


By the river’s edge.


Thoughtful piece on the tenor of social media interactions by Roxane Gay.


Receipts:


Twitter Social Distancing — why I’m stepping back from Twitter for a month.


The inverted man.


“I do not demand a gin palace at every corner, merely that it is written into the constitution of the nation that every village must, as a public service and a monument to more sensible civilisations, maintain a pub.”

— From In the Country by Kenneth Allsop 📚


So, about the Doctor Who news…


Merely a meerkat.

A meerkat at Drusilla's Zoo in Sussex.

Should your bookshelves reflect the person you are now, or should they encapsulate all the versions of you from earlier in your life?


Is it even social media if you don’t occasionally post photos of your lunch?