When I first started this weekly thing, it was an attempt to chronicle / keep sane in the midst of a pandemic. Hands up if you really felt we’d still be in it? Oh
So… Covid hasn’t gone away, and lets face it. There is still a lot of covid related / government induced anxiety / screw ups left to go. So how do we react to the
Well. That was a historically different Christmas. If you changed your plans in any way to keep others safe, thank you. Our Christmas ended with the 8 year old being “The Doctor”, and taking
So, I figured that instead of writing this on the Saturday (as seems to be the norm), I figured I would wait and see what happened during Boris’s press conference. Perhaps I shouldn’t have
Well the good news, that week kinda disappeared. In other news… it was something akin to slowly watching a train crash slowly take place. Yes I mean Brexit. Its looking more and more like
As I sat down to start typing this, I realised that not only had the blog in general had fallen over the last couple of days, but it appears to have fallen through a
Well Lockdown v2. Thats a treat isn’t it. Its a bit like Lockdown, but with extra confusion, darker nights, and terrible weather. All this and a child who doesn’t want to get dressed on
Well. This is an odd one. On one hand, this little journal has so far been a general track of how mad and crap all of 2020 really is, it has always been split
Half way through typing this, news about Biden winning the Election came through. Thank you America. Adulting fail. Meal planning. MASSIVE Adulting success right? Setting reminders to take meat out of freezer. MASSIVE Adulting
The clocks have gone forward, the nights are getting dark, and its Halloween during a pandemic – whilst Boris is flapping around, and leaking possible ideas of what may or may not happen. Thinking