Baskerville, my two year old, just looked up at me while calculating her next chess move. “Daddy,” she said, apropos of nothing. “BlueSky is basically Twitter, but without the cunts.”

There is clear blue sky in Crowborough, East Sussex this morning. Have a great day, everyone.

I wonder how this old ditty of mine will go down here. [sound up]

Your wish is my command.

I’m not sure I’m ready to post anything. Although Elon’s awfulness has cured my addiction to social media, occasionally I need a bit of escapism, and, to be honest, it’s quite nerve wracking putting myself ‘out there’ again. Maybe I should escape with a pint of beer at the local pub instead.

I am new here. Please be gentle.