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This morning, and quite possibly this afternoon, I will mostly be assembling a flat pack ‘shorty’ bunk bed ensemble for the kids.
Big kid is applying to be a Digital Leader at school.
In his application he wrote, ‘I want to be a Digital Leader because computing has inspired me to do what I do best. Which is computing.’
And, ‘I would be a goodgreat Digital Leader because I have infinet gigabyts of space."
Scored this bag of Akash Gold at the local Tesco Express.
Light and fluffy indeed.
Chilli sans carne was amazing.
Big kid gave the rice 11/10.
Strong Irish backbone to this England team.
Pickford (born Logan), Maguire, Rice, Grealish and Kane.
Carsley should have said he won’t sing the English national anthem because he’s Irish.
Handed my four year old a slice of ham for his lunch.
“Yay! Pink chicken!”
Now we know what he meant yesterday when he turned his nose up at spicy chicken and said “I like pink chicken!”
I started reading the Kindle sample for this, but immediately felt anxious that I should spend the remaining weeks of my life doing something more fun, productive, insightful, useful, anything but this…
I had been planning to write about my impressions and such from listening to Four Thousand Weeks but I’m going to buy the book so that I can go through and make notes. While there was nothing that stood out as deeply profound, it was full of thought provoking points that made me want to go away and think a... strandlines.blog
Noel plays his guitar as if he’s scared it will break, and Oasis’s funkless, sexless plod is always carefully pitched below the velocity at which fluid dynamics dictate that you might spill your lager.
I like some Oasis stuff, the early stuff. I like some woke stuff. This quote and picture are true enough and funny, though.
