Becca

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I know where I’m going…

More in the occasional series “slightly bonkers things I do at work”. Today is bagging up medicinal herbs for a quiz. Nobody makes me do these things but they do let me.

Little muslin bags with numbers attached surrounded by packets of herbs that you might find in a monastery garden.

Fun things at the PWR semi-final yesterday. Someone gave Emma Wassell a post-match Tunnock’s, I was complemented on my Magic Meg t-shirt by Meg Jones, beloved discovered they sell beer in 2 pints (his hobbit joy was immense), and we won! Away. Against 3 times champions Gloucester Hartpury.

The outside of Kingsholm stadium in Gloucester. Huge sign on the side of the building has Kings crossed out and corrected to Queensholm.

Poor Bernard has an ulcer in his eye and is subject to a horrible regime house arrest, being regularly picked up and having eye drops administered. He is bearing it bravely but will not submit to the cone of shame.

A brave little black and white cat with a gammy eye.

Possibly the highlight of my absolutely delightful weekend away with done of my oldest friends was one of therm earnestly declaring, “potatoes really blow my mind, if I’m honest”

In airports lounge with sky sports on a screen silently beside me. Not a single woman has appeared, not a single mention of any women’s sports. Only men are relevant. Only men exist.