I will just say though that the Bluesky conspiracy theory posts turn out not to concern rhotically challenged English TV presenters.

Only posts feed is on the blink. Just for a moment I went to the full feed with everyone's reposts and

you may be a wholesome example to all people

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No new pictures where are you mentally

My wfh micromanager* is intrusive and emotionally demanding. *about 1ft tall

🎹 Haydn was a happy man 🎵Wrote this happy little tune 🎹All the children loved him then 🎵And you will learn to love him soon

Cadfael. Began filming just before directors discovered the English Middle Ages were brown and took place in Romania.

I think I finally did it. The perfect giant Yorkshire pudding

Issuu. Why? Just why?

Usually he throws off his blanket as soon as I put it over him. Today? No...

It's clouded over and Kit has the zoomies. It is also unarguably cold on the balcony.

#unsolictedduckpic #Internationalunsolictedduckpicday from Hampton Court Palace on Sunday when it was unequivocally not nice weather for ducks

Chapter 3 was judged "pretty well there"💃

Back to work tomorrow. Not exactly looking forward to it.

I've found more theological colleges again :(

At the finally open to readers again British Library, which is (unsurprisingly) very busy, and (more disappointingly) in an absolute state. Broken toilets, broken lockers, broken soap dispensers...

He has now learned to run really fast after biting me

Evensong in Hampton Court Chapel Royal

Could they not have switched the fire on in this weather

Zone 4 has snow!

Put my nose in my big scarf to keep out the chill and my glasses think it's 2020

Might go to Hampton Court tomorrow, as a treat, but fear it will be extremely cold.

Tried a new thing. Put Kit in timeout in the bathroom for being naughty, and he actually behaved better when I retrieved him again about 30 seconds later.

Fancy a curry but I have pasta and an empty bank account.

Tree down. Room a lot tidier but also less twinkly.

A chalice veil, #English make, c. 1600-1629 (V&A Museum, London) With note: "Purchased .. for £7 7s in 1914 from Mrs. Parker of Uppingham, Rutland. Mrs. Parker claimed it had been obtained by her father some 50 years before from an old lady who had been using it as a duster".

Chapter 3 submitted. The world is a brighter place and I am likely to have fewer nightmares tonight.

Bath Olivers discontinued?! This will ruin a very old joke! “I want a Bath Oliver” “My name is not Oliver”

Cabin fever but no desire to go out is a tricky combo

"However much I might dislike my own cowardice or conceit or greed, I went on loving myself. In fact the very reason why I hated the things was that I loved the person. Just because I loved myself, I was sorry to find that I was the sort of man who did those things.

Sometimes I think I exaggerate how hot my flat gets but I'm sitting on the balcony in nothing more substantial than sweats and a fluffy hoodie while my phone tells me it's 1°c at ground level.

Varifocals are expensive

Seem to have finished revising my chapter 36 hours ahead of schedule and I feel very unmoored from time and space.

Accidentally dressed as a WW2 Naval Captain, but in green.

Kit's finally got to live the feline dream of knocking down a Christmas tree, even if it is only a 12" one.

Wishing all success to the IT teams resetting everyone's forgotten passwords today.

I am certain Brunei was in the Arabian Gulf last time I checked. Own up. Who moved it?

Have failed to find Kit's Xmas present so have surrendered a not free pair of headphones for his enjoyment instead.

Just used the word 'educators' and I fear it's a slippery slope from here to 'gifting'.

Happy New Year! I’m starting as I mean to continue. X

Man in shorts klaxon

Please ask google to translate the words "sharp knife" from English to Latvian. I'm pretty sure you won't regret it.

Let Kit into my room so he could be in his safe place under the bed for the biggest booms, but he's now sprawled over half the bed and using three quarters of the bedding.

Kit was bothering me for food, but I crushed up a gabapentin and hid it under the gravy because NYE is a difficult time for urban cats. So now he won't even lick the surface of the fish. sigh.

Because I know how to party, I'm working on bibliographical references, and suddenly remembered I used to be scared of the Wiley building in Chichester as a child.

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I thought it didn't have any plans for 2026, but then I remembered I need to submit my thesis by the end of the year.