Isabel Rogers

@isabelrogers.bsky.social

Writer. Relatively chirpy. Stockwell Park Orchestra series, and sometimes poetry. isabelrogers619 on instagram https://farragobooks.com/book-series/the-stockwell-park-orchestra-series isabelrogers.org

Bought this by mistake - only realised after the hot walk back from the shop. Actually very refreshing. But what I want to know now is why the till beeped to get a staff person to ok me to buy it?

a can of alcohol-free G&T from M&S. For R&R

I've just bought one of those newfangled lottery tickets on a whim because it promised me nearly £400 million to be paid out over 30 years. My endlessly updating Fantasy List Of People I Will Give Money To When I Win will have to have an embedded rolling tranche programme. Who gets what when?

Maybe, just maybe, Death found Rod Liddle by feeling down behind the sofa cushion in search of mislaid things. We can only hope Death will now decide to do a proper clean up, take those cushions out completely, and see what other shit is trying to hide there.

Yesterday I spotted a car by my skip. Drove off minutes later. Today I see there are two huge pizza boxes in the skip. Has someone really driven two fields off a lane to chuck a couple of pizza boxes in someone else's skip? Unless the paperbacks had spy code in, and the pizza boxes are now VITAL

I'm going away in a couple of days and have 2 long lists to work through - 1 packing and 1 things I must do before I go. So efficient. So tired. What have I forgotten for tomorrow's supermarket delivery to pre-load the post-trip return? NOTHING PERISHABLE THAT I WON'T EAT BY MONDAY

Someone left a bag of paperbacks in my parcel box yesterday. No idea who or why. No note. Apart from the whole living-in-one-room-with-no-space thing, the first one I saw was a Richard Osman. Left them there in case whoever it was has second and better thoughts. wtaf? (am I being churlish?) (no)

People who have seen The Bear right through to the end: do I press on after half an ep of S5 last night when I didn't want it to droop like I fear it drooped in its middle? Is my adoration of the earlier eps going to pay off? I wear suits now.

Visiting my mother next week. Her usual greeting is "your hair is awfully short - I prefer it longer" so I have deliberately been lengthening it. Today on the phone she asked if I have any red left at all, or if it was totally grey. I can sense there is no winning to be had here.

Current vehicle's handbook lists 3 diff possible tyres, with sub-variations, each needing diff pressures, so I've had to go back and work out from first principles exactly which tyres I have so I don't either explode them or run them floppy. Done this multiple times over years. Cannot retain answer

Can't be the first to say this, but (and yay UEFA - brilliant) this works equally well if you swap out "football" for maybe "water" or "a stable climate". Look at me being the revolutionary socialist. "No one has the moral authority to sell what they merely hold in trust for the next generation."

The moment external investors acquire ownership interests in
FIFA competitions, football changes forever. Commercial return becomes a permanent obligation. Investor expectations become a daily pressure. From that moment onwards, every decision on the international calendar, every decision on competition formats and every decision shaping the future of football is no longer driven by what best serves the game, but by what best serves shareholders.
This model has no place in world football. Football's future cannot be dictated by the expectations of those whose first duty is to maximise financial return. Nor can the interests of national associations, leagues, clubs, players and supporters become subordinate to investor returns. Football cannot mortgage its future for financial gain.
Europe's position is clear. We will never lend this model our legitimacy. No one has the moral authority to sell what they merely hold in trust for the next generation.

My builder is late for our 3 o'clock meeting THAT WE CONFIRMED AT LUNCHTIME. I've now made a cup of tea and am contemplating, well, all sorts of things. Because of course I can't get on with anything else.