Right. Let's see if I can find the birthday card I bought for my brother last year but forgot to send and see if I can actually get that out there this year.

My brother has taken up golf. His birthday is coming up. Just looking at golfing accessories makes me feel uneasy.

My #MSFriday musings are that I've run out of words for tired.

What did you do with your summer? #yarnbomb 🧶

I appreciate the nuances of languages aren't that important to everyone but I am still trying to process a message from my neighbour where she described her 10 year old has having "failed" at a task. Not made a mistake, failed. This is going round my head a lot. Her 10 year old fixed her own mistake

One of my favourite things in the mornings when Other Half is out with Uz Dog is to open many windows and doors and see how much I can reduce the temperature in the back room by before he's back. Usually it's around a degree.

I know I'm desperate when I'm drying tinned broad beans in kitchen roll in order to air fry them in an attempt to find a snack food I really really really like

AI has kind of revolutionised my ability to figure out what kind of expert I need to call to fix my problems. Today's moment was a van electrical fault. Messaged a guy, and fingers crossed.

Not quite 18 months since Mr Sprocket, the German Wirehaired Pointer entered our house. Our life and our house was absolutely meant to have a dog in it.

I want you to know what I did with the £1.17 saddle from eBay

My #MSFriday musings. It's nearly three years since diagnosis with MS. There are times now when I feel I'm understanding how to work with my body. Which would be fine if I lived in a sealed chamber, but I don't. I live within my life.

I am ridiculously excited that I might receive the £1.17 bicycle saddle I bought from eBay today. It has a yarn bombing role to play. Pray for me that it arrives before 13:40 and I can take it to yarn bomb stores in my afternoon visit to fit it out.

I'm working in the dining room because other half is out on his bicycle and I'm expecting a delivery. I hadn't expected Uz Dog to relocate from his bed to lie down next to me, but here we are.

I bought a summer dress for a fiver on vinted, no labels. It's lovely, and perfect, and I realise it's also hand made. I'm beyond happy with my purchase, and jealous of the dressmaker for being so good at what they do.

My #MSFriday musings this week are that I've had normal people issues all week. Normal people problems with the heat, with the dog (and the heat), with work (and the heat), with finding time to do exercise (in the heat).

I like data. This reminds me of my junior school experience. We were the first year where the impacts of a baby boom ending were clear. The school shifted from two classes each year to one full class and one half class that was mixed with a half class in the year below.

Josiah Mortimer@josiahmortimer.bsky.social · 3w ago

Here's the data explore-education-statistics.service.gov.uk/find-statist...

We now seem to have a dog who, when we're washing up lies down next to us and rests his head on our feet. It's the cutest thing and makes washing up much more attractive.

I've booked myself a birthday treat of an introduction to trailing afternoon with Uz Dog!

Actually reported a water leak for the first time ever. Did not like the website wanting an actual address as opposed to a pin on the map, and I hadn't taken a photo of the perma puddle and trickle so there's that too.

Next door have a huge sun shade. They are careless with it, sometimes it overhangs into our garden. Today it seems to have fallen into our garden. It is huge. I cannot, from this side, heft it back to them. Is it wrong to not care if the dog decides it's a brand new tug toy?

My #MSFriday musings - this week we've had over 30 degrees heat and I've ridden my bicycle four times (I think). One morning I actually rated my body as "green". Mostly yellow but a green morning was a surprise.

Bonus how we roll on hot days when the kitchen floor tiles are the coolest place in the house photo.

Nobody tells you that hot summer days with a dog are a sequence of letting him in, letting him out, sitting on the tiled floor with him and every time you stand up discovering a warm nose under your skirt against your thigh.

I'm curious about what size our weekly food waste caddy will be. I know how much food waste we produce (everything plant goes into the compost). We're careful about waste, and there are only two of us, and it's a lot because we cook from scratch.

Feeling slight guilt at dressing up retail therapy as self care, while telling myself it was just pens, and lack of my favourite pens was making me sad.

The way British politics is going, I wouldn't be surprised if Binface wins this election.

Eliot Higgins@eliothiggins.bsky.social · 4w ago

In case you missed it, here's Count Binface's appearance on the BBC this morning.

Pausing before sending a review to say you're the most shit of the shittest of the shitty parcel companies in the universe until I've checked in case I have a shit boyfriend or shit neighbours.

Today could be Inbox Zero day.

Stealth cleaning. Literally one thing at a time. I go to the cellar to sort out dog food, and I pick up a broken flower pot, take it upstairs and dispose of it. I go into the front room to get the computer, pick up a dog toy, give it a clean for recycling. One thing at a time.