This morning’s passive aggressive text to the children:
I should not have to have a house rule that the person responsible for cleaning bolognese out of the gramophone horn is the person responsible for putting it in there. And yet…
I should not have to have a house rule that the person responsible for cleaning bolognese out of the gramophone horn is the person responsible for putting it in there. And yet…
June 6, 2025 at 8:45 AM
This morning’s passive aggressive text to the children:
I should not have to have a house rule that the person responsible for cleaning bolognese out of the gramophone horn is the person responsible for putting it in there. And yet…
I should not have to have a house rule that the person responsible for cleaning bolognese out of the gramophone horn is the person responsible for putting it in there. And yet…
Yesterday my mother-in-law was buried. I loved her and will miss her and it was complicated. Today is full of sorrow for her and for my late partner and her living, grieving sister and grandkids, and for lost places (a greenhouse, a home). But wild and ancient things endure. Safe home, Audrey.
April 25, 2025 at 10:10 AM
Yesterday my mother-in-law was buried. I loved her and will miss her and it was complicated. Today is full of sorrow for her and for my late partner and her living, grieving sister and grandkids, and for lost places (a greenhouse, a home). But wild and ancient things endure. Safe home, Audrey.
Today was beautiful. There is so much joy in being in community, even if that community is really frightened right now.
April 19, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Today was beautiful. There is so much joy in being in community, even if that community is really frightened right now.
It is the first night in a while that fireworks have not led to a monastic retreat into the cone of silence for poor old Sporks. Most of the last fortnight looked like this.
November 13, 2024 at 9:50 PM
It is the first night in a while that fireworks have not led to a monastic retreat into the cone of silence for poor old Sporks. Most of the last fortnight looked like this.
I took up running on 23 January after my local pool closed. Today I did an 11km run to get me over the 500km line this side of the end of the year. If you’d told me a year ago that this would be a thing I do, I’d have laughed. I’m still not sure I like it, but it’s good for me.
December 27, 2023 at 9:34 PM
I took up running on 23 January after my local pool closed. Today I did an 11km run to get me over the 500km line this side of the end of the year. If you’d told me a year ago that this would be a thing I do, I’d have laughed. I’m still not sure I like it, but it’s good for me.
Mine: Saviour’s Day covered by Laura Marling. Would 100% choose this over perky, earnest Cliff.
November 29, 2023 at 9:58 AM
Mine: Saviour’s Day covered by Laura Marling. Would 100% choose this over perky, earnest Cliff.
The extraordinary Roger instagram.com/_superroger_... has done the outlines of the most extraordinary piece on my back. I am in love with it and very happy. Also messy high on the endorphins.
November 23, 2023 at 7:54 PM
The extraordinary Roger instagram.com/_superroger_... has done the outlines of the most extraordinary piece on my back. I am in love with it and very happy. Also messy high on the endorphins.
It’s seven years since some friends and I gathered for an impromptu wake for Leonard Cohen and created a bunch of his lyrics in plasticine.
November 13, 2023 at 8:45 AM
It’s seven years since some friends and I gathered for an impromptu wake for Leonard Cohen and created a bunch of his lyrics in plasticine.
Current mood: rage at the firework arseholes.
November 4, 2023 at 7:22 PM
Current mood: rage at the firework arseholes.
I made a card for some friends. Last year, I read Dance Me to the End of Love at their wedding, and we left out the verse about children because the odds of that were so small for them. And now their children are here and it makes me teary every time I think about how wanted they are.
November 4, 2023 at 8:48 AM
I made a card for some friends. Last year, I read Dance Me to the End of Love at their wedding, and we left out the verse about children because the odds of that were so small for them. And now their children are here and it makes me teary every time I think about how wanted they are.
Quote post with a picture of you from the 80s.
October 30, 2023 at 6:53 PM
Quote post with a picture of you from the 80s.
This huge, glorious fox has taken to taunting Princess Spichael by running up and down next door’s garden in a game of what appears to be no contact tag. Poor Sporks is driven wild by it.
October 28, 2023 at 11:45 AM
This huge, glorious fox has taken to taunting Princess Spichael by running up and down next door’s garden in a game of what appears to be no contact tag. Poor Sporks is driven wild by it.
Princess Sporklepants’ fight face.
October 25, 2023 at 9:08 PM
Princess Sporklepants’ fight face.
This one, alarmingly regularly.
October 21, 2023 at 10:23 PM
This one, alarmingly regularly.
New gender rules just dropped.
October 10, 2023 at 12:30 PM
New gender rules just dropped.
@catsofyore.bsky.social this is in a public exhibition in Golfo Aranci, Sardinia, of the photos of Marianne Sin-Pfältzer, who lived there in the 50s. I can’t find the original Online, so sorry for the photo of a photo.
October 8, 2023 at 9:47 PM
@catsofyore.bsky.social this is in a public exhibition in Golfo Aranci, Sardinia, of the photos of Marianne Sin-Pfältzer, who lived there in the 50s. I can’t find the original Online, so sorry for the photo of a photo.
I was right! Cormorant drying season was imminent!
October 2, 2023 at 8:52 PM
I was right! Cormorant drying season was imminent!
No, like one of your French girls, please.
October 2, 2023 at 10:37 AM
No, like one of your French girls, please.
Whiskers and ear tufts, for your delectation.
September 30, 2023 at 10:22 AM
Whiskers and ear tufts, for your delectation.
More of a bum plume, really.
September 30, 2023 at 10:16 AM
More of a bum plume, really.
Look at this calico beauty.
September 30, 2023 at 8:13 AM
Look at this calico beauty.
The pandemic and associated dog acquisition were both terrible things (I love Spike, but he’s a troubled little dickhead), but they have revolutionised my relationship with the landscape I live in. It felt good to run along the Lea earlier and realise that it’s nearly cormorant air-drying season.
September 25, 2023 at 12:49 PM
The pandemic and associated dog acquisition were both terrible things (I love Spike, but he’s a troubled little dickhead), but they have revolutionised my relationship with the landscape I live in. It felt good to run along the Lea earlier and realise that it’s nearly cormorant air-drying season.
Here’s Spike. He’s not happy about the arrival of the cold weather and is following the sun around, grumbling.
September 21, 2023 at 8:49 AM
Here’s Spike. He’s not happy about the arrival of the cold weather and is following the sun around, grumbling.