Some late-night sourdough baking because obsession has no timetable. I was convinced this one would fail. I left it to rise on the kitchen worktop while I was at the cinema. Will wonders never cease?

This week's #myphotographiclife Substack is now out. I write about the most important photograph I've ever taken. open.substack.com/pub/jonbusca...

Pretty pleased with this one ❤️

Oh me, oh my, I have a loaf of bread baking in the oven...

We have dough resting and slowly fermenting! 🎉🎉🎉

It's been thirteen years, loves, but I have a well-fed sourdough starter and plans to bake bread today. Finding comfort and serenity, as always, in making.

And utterly depleting. Healing is hard work.

First day physically in the office since my surgery (been back at work since Monday). Weird and wonderful.

Post a banger, not in English: youtu.be/bokSLKeWVyE?...

Update. Growing, growing! #knitting #knitsky #ShowMeYourKnits

Just watched Bad Bunny's Super Bowl show and it's the most uplifting thing I've seen in months.

Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work. "Rhaaa putain, non mais c'est pas du français, ça"

I do love me a new espresso cup.

Bloody cooked for eight again, haven't I?

It's a good night for a pan of scouse, non?

Follow-up appointment this morning. My surgeon is very pleased with progress, as am I. Bretzel and coffee to celebrate.

Because nothing screams Tuesday like a power cut due to some fuckwit on the building site at the end of the street slicing through a power line.

Whoops. That escalated quickly. #knitting #knitsky #ShowMeYourKnits

State of play at bedtime. It's knitting itself. #knitting #knitsky #ShowMeYourKnits

Accidental pattern purchase and inevitable cast-on: Formwave by Julia Wilkens. And it's grey (sort of) #knitting #knitsky #ShowMeYourKnits

January: a hellscape of bin fires lasting 62 days.

Trying not to fixate on the fact that the last 10 months have been the toughest, possibly of my entire life.

Corporations: no soul to save, no backside to kick.

A certain London mayoral candidate living rent-free in my head since my brother reminded me that we went to school with her. She was particularly stupid then and she's particularly stupid now, with an extra layer of racism, prejudice and bat-shit craziness.

Hospital day two. Performed my usual morning skincare routine and now feel like a billion euros.

Loves, I had surgery this morning. Quite a long story. Anyway, I've just had a cold collation after being nil by mouth for 12+ hours and it may have the best meal* ever. (*most basic ever and the coffee was blah but I'm just so happy to be eating again. Not sure the drugs have worn off fully!!!)

The fish pie in the oven. Most of the laundry is done. And I've finished knitting a sleeve. Christ, I've even done the dusting. A Very Tough Week lays ahead and I know I'm channelling the stress. At least my home is clean and I'll be well fed.

Urgh. Missing ingredients. Fish pie postponed to tomorrow (which works out better anyway). Increasingly clear that yesterday's decision to cook a vat of dal was the right one.

Today is a day for making fish pie. I've been fantasising about it all week. I have two kinds of fish and some *gasp* scallops, and am en route home to fight the cat off while I cook.

A word to the wise: when you pick up a long-neglected WiP and decide now is the time to crack on and finish it, then think you'll never find the remaining necessary skeins in your stash no matter where you look, check again before you hit the "pay now" button...

Washed and blocked and glorious! #knitting #knitsky #ShowMeYourKnits

Boom. Should be dry by morning!

Finished. Taking a bath.

We're binding off, bitches! #knitting #knitsky #ShowMeYourKnits

It's been a day, loves. An MRI at the hospital where Jan passed his final days and I finally understand the meaning of the word 'triggered'. Grateful to the last, infinitesimal fibre of my being for my best friend, who came round with rosé and crisps and macarons and took me out for Chinese food.

Did someone say final triangle before the bazillion-stitch i-cord bind-off??! #knitting #knitsky #ShowMeYourKnits

This was write back in March when the government first tried a watered down version of the duty of candour in the so-called Hillsborough Law. We say the same thing now open.substack.com/pub/tonyevan...

Verdict: definitely going into the meal rotation. I added some pan-fried paneer in lieu of feta. Garnished the lot with za'atar. Pretty chuffed with my first effort.

Tonight: first ever stab at making shakshuka.

Eight years in my Dream Job. Very much counting my blessings.

Oh my heart is singing!

That's a couple of training courses booked in for April and May. Not sure I know what the actual hell I'm doing, but I do know it's time to spread my wings.

Adieu, AppleTV. Bonjour, HBOMax.

Just seen Szobo's goal from last night and I think I want to have his babies.

First day physically in the office and I'm reminded just how much I love my job. A very, very lot!

Grace Gillespie, contemporary printmaker #Womensart

One for my Bruxelles crew

First day back at work after an extended break. All immediate tasks done by noon. Have I moved the sofas round in the living room during my nominal lunch break? Why, yes. Yes, I have.

Orgy of pancakes today. No gluten = no calories, yes? Yes.

Finis! First FO of 2026. #knitting #knitsky #ShowMeYourKnits