So this is 2023. Feels a bit like 2019. Except we have less money, half of Exeter has been turned into a bloody great big park, and there’s yet another covid variant. Called Kraken.
And just like that its 2023. Back when I first started writing this regular little thing, we had recently had a Christmas where loads of people were ill, we were fairly sure the government
Well. Its the first weekend of December. The Tree is up. Its past bed time, and the child is being ridiculous. But at least yesterdays School Fair had a bar. Adulting Fail of The
Oh hello Internet! How are we all? Have you come across Mastodon? If you have, find me here. I probably didn’t write anything here last week, because I sucked into that world of Not-Twitter…
Well, I’ve got my scooter back from its MOT this week. (Yey) Used it to join the rush hour traffic… Yeah I’m having feelings about joining traffic in Exeter, verses going by bike mostly
Well. This little blog series started as some sort of mad attempt at journaling life, life stuff during lockdowns, whilst also acting as a place to occasionally rant about those who act like they’re
Oh. My. Word. Normally this would be a collection of silly things I’ve done in that week just gone, mixed in with stuff the nine year old has mentioned, as well as any thoughts,
Another week done. Another week nearer my holiday. One week left in fact. Not like I’m counting down or anything Adulting fail Aside from being one half of a meeting where we couldn’t decide
Anyone else remember the days that children was tired after a week at school? Yeah I miss that. Adulting fail Mental Note. Have SOME level of awareness when throwing pain killers in your mouth.
Let me take you back to Sunday, when I first started typing this… It’s not the first time it’s happened. I published last weeks round up, and the flipping world is turned upside down.