You lot (those of you whose posts I read) are a web of peculiar solidity. Your habitual resiliences, humours & candid mithering remind me that in each & every household is a bin bag dripping juice, an angry teen, a broken favourite cup & a warm bodied desire for friendly connection.

Managed somehow to read some Haraway, some Deleuze & Guattari, & Tim Ingold today. Done some synthesising knowledge and applied theory, and learned about sympoeisis.

My lovely 19 year old daughter has got a job 3 days a week as a classroom assistant at a local SEN school. It’s marvellous & she’s thriving, but I really miss her being available for daytime chatting shit & gossiping. The other days she is often knackered or studying so I’m LONELY.

Is anyone out here having a nice time of things? I have a big cup of coffee, a book & a warm bed to read it in. Listening to crow conversations and the patient stillness of overcast air.

Hey cherubs. Costco membership has failed to quell neither my appetite nor an oncoming tide of medical drama, as the boy returns from his hospital escapade, armed to the back teeth with new drugs & enscription to a clinical trial for treatments for rare disorders.

It’s Akira Kurosawa’s birthday. The older I get, the more I think about this quote: ‘I can’t afford to hate anyone. I don’t have that kind of time.’

🖼️ Tunnicliffe

I’ve had a hot bath with magnesium salts. now am out feeling like i’ve been parboiled. Jesys.

It was unsurprisingly dreadful. However, I still love him & might hang out again.

I have amazing news. @grovedigger.bsky.social has proposed to me & I have accepted. He’s proposed we go to Costco & I am going to be added to his membership.

Norfolk’s doomed anyway

Yay the sun is shining

I bet Otzi never worried about activating his glutes

My daughter’s boyfriend cooked us carbonara for dinner. Well he cooked it for her but I stole a portion. He referred to the parmesan/egg mix as CHEGG. Is this a commonplace cheese+egg word truncation?

Separate & sombre: son had CT scan earlier & although not discharged, is allowed home on weekend release. They’re keeping his bedspace/admission in case urgent treatment is needed when scan is reviewed. It’s all incredibly tiring & stressful but for once, his Dad has taken the load.

Fun fact: plastic recycling basically doesn't exist. Only about 9% of all plastic ever made has been recycled, and only 1% more than once. www.npr.org/2022/10/24/1...

Bought myself a popular egg & bacon based flan pastry at lunchtime. My 15 year old son wandered in, looked at the packaging and asked, “what the fuck is a queef lorraine?”

Why is social media obsessed with activating glutes?

Fools! I've made enough model kits to know that if everybody walks around the dotted line of the new coastal footpath the United Kingdom will be cut from its bedrock and will drift into the Atlantic Ocean.

Today marks the spring equinox in the Northern Hemisphere meaning winter is officially behind us! This idyllic scene was painted by English-born painter Charles Conder.

Thought for Friday from your favourite frazzled friend and therapist .. Institutions are supposed to serve people, not the other way around.

I’ve been making do with keeping my medicinal and decorative leeches in an old greek yoghurt tub. This is good to know!!

This evening...hello Chicagohenge. Thursday's sunset to end the day on the eve of the Vernal Equinox.

Had an emergency admission for the boy again this afternoon. He’s not massively symptomatic but the blood chemistry is worrying, so in we went. My favourite moment of the afternoon was capturing the nurse checking his butt crack for sores.

My eyes are so sore with hayfever, it’s like someone rubs them with sandpaper overnight inside and out

I do have good news though. I daren’t celebrate quite yet as it tempts fate etc, but the legal contest with the house seems to be going my way.

She asked me what type of cardboard it was and I said it's a Renault Megane

On Tuesday afternoon I slipped away from institutional agony & took my minnow-fast dog to the sunny meadow on the hilltop. While she chased sticks, I pressed my ear to to a smooth tree trunk & listened to the knocking sounds of bare branches above as the clonking resonated down the fibres.

The whole thing is like an episode of the Apprentice where Lord Nutsack gives them 2 hours and a guy with MS Paint and tells them to come up with a groundbreaking app, but Zuckerberg is such a chud that he actually followed through with his tv promise of a zillion pound investment at the pitch

I’ve broken out the primrose yellow jeans and bumble bee earrings.

Well obviously it was hospital, imbeciles. Disappointing news for my son & therefore also for me. I am quite distressed so went and hugged some trees & foraged for soundscapes.

COMPETITION TIME I’ll flash my bum if you can guess where I’m going today!

Made an autism friendly meal for my autistic sons tonight only to be told for the first time ever that the meal was too bland. I am being unfairly tortured by the universe, you know.

Another of last year’s cynical offerings

Morning sweetiepies

The spring sun broke through the thick weave of budding branches, as it crested the hills outside the forest. Long shadows stretched out to wash fingers and faces in the creek. Gold pieces scattered themselves across the floor, alongside celandines as the folk of the forest slept late.#storycup

Am gonna go in for a second cup of coffee & see if it makes the day more appealing

In 44BC it took 60 senators to stab Julius Caesar to death. Crazy to think that nowadays, thanks to modern technology, he could be killed by one senator running him over with a snowplow

Monday morning started with a blazing optimistic apricot sky, reminiscent of Provencal villas and breakfast on terraces, and now it’s stainless steel once more. Home from dreams, back to industry. That’s the working week, kids.

Watching a couple of wood pigeons on my garden, where cow parsley & nettles compete with forget-me-nots & I simply don’t care to weed anymore. They’re seeking the remainder of the seeds I scattered & their plump smooth bodies communicate attachment to one another. I want to cry at the joy of it.

CCTV footage has captured the moment a Muslim woman was deliberately struck by a car in Abbey Wood, London, on Sunday. The woman survived the collision and was taken to the hospital with non-life-threatening injuries. The Metropolitan Police are looking for the driver who fled the scene.

Making the most of Mother’s Day by watching Louis Theroux.

Daughter & I were laughing at how I stealth feed my sons vegetables in their pasta sauce. “So abusive” she giggled. “Call the NSPCC!” i chortled. “Wait” she paused, “aren’t they for the birds?”

I’m not single but I raise my kids alone: I’ve been using the expression Independent Mother to better describe the situation. Today all four will be home for a few hours (eldest travelling 200 miles!) & we plan to make buttermilk scones & strawberry jam.

I present to you “The Morning-After-The-Night-Before Fairy”

I wonder if I feature in other folk’s people watching as much as I watch other folk. I rarely see anyone watching, noticing but I guess it’s unobtrusive when done well. Surreptitious. I often have sketchbook so must be even more discreet.

Spring!

In town with the boy who wants to raid charity shops for old xbox games.. we seem to have followed 3 lads in mirrored aviators & ATato style clothes through CEX & a coffee shop. Parochial market town in midlands, lads. No alphas req’d.

This is making me laugh a little bit.. because the resolution is that a Minister for Men & Boys would learn that Feminism is the answer to deconstruction of Patriarchal problems for Men & Boys.. www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...