PSA: if someone has been living with and being treated for terminal cancer for five years already, barging in to demand that they speak to a specialist makes you look like a twat. Who do you think HAS been treating them up until now, Marie of Romania?

Mum, before she went out: ‘Look out for a mouse - the wretched cat brought a live one in and let it go.’ Me: finds mouse by stepping on its tragic remains in the middle of the dining room. Little Old Lady Cat: adds hairball just as I finish cleaning that up.

Have convinced my mother to go and get a haircut while I sit with my step-dad. She may not need a haircut* but she does need to sit down quietly for an hour and be fussed over, VERY badly. *(look, my hair gets cut with the kitchen scissors when it reaches waistlength. I don’t know)

The person behind me on this train is non-stop sniffing in a wet BLOW YOUR DAMN NOSE ALREADY way. Please post bail.

Anyway, so many things to be furious about, but I need to wash my hair and go catch a train.

So, basically, a pretty little trans lassie could use the loos just fine (as she should, BTW), but a strapping cis woman, like, say, an international rugby player, because those ladies are gloriously solid in the shoulder and leg, would not be allowed to. FFS www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Thread. One I want every school and university to read. Because the idea they are ‘integrating’ AI into teaching should make you all feel nauseous

I want to get up and make chamomile tea and start getting ready for bed but the cat is on my lap, being winsome.

I splashed boiling water on my wrist while cooking dinner so that is flipping marvellous.

"GPP Feature?" said Arthur. "What's that?" "Oh, it says Genuine People Personalities." "Oh," said Arthur, "sounds ghastly." A voice behind them said, "It is." The voice was low and hopeless and accompanied by a slight clanking sound.

Tomorrow I go back to see my parents again. My step-dad, who I love dearly, is dying, and this may well be the last time I see him. I am so sad, and I need to be calm and capable and brave and there for my poor mum. Give me strength, Universe. Give me so much strength.

The problem with Labour pandering to Reform's disgusting racist agenda is that the people thinking of voting Reform but shy about it don't then decide to vote for Labour after all. Instead they think it's actually now mainstream and OK to think those gross thoughts and acceptable to vote for Reform.

I haven’t seen this get covered in English yet so let me translate. Grok is saying that the crematories at Auschwitz’s were conceived as disinfectant chambers, not mass execution and that the law has made it taboo to acknowledge that this is what they were X is a Nazi site. Get off the Nazi site.

Oh for FUCK'S SAKE.

It is Trans Day of Remembrance

I live in terror of having to go back to work in an office and being faced with FUCKING AI which I won't be allowed to turn off or delete or nuke from orbit and which everyone else will be using and everything we do will be degenerating into slop and nonsense and meanwhile the planet burns around us

I have caved. I have put the heating on for a bit, in the middle of the day. Such luxuries.

Thread.

Shoutout for teachers who hold a degree and/or QTS, and think anti-trans policies are unethical... Please comment if you would be interested in taking on some paid online tutoring work for UK trans kids who have been forced out of schooling by policy and/or bullying.

GOOD LORD IT IS SNOWING

I forgot to plug in my self-heating mug. Yes, I know, it's a RIDICULOUS thing to own. It was a present from my mama, who, like me, suffers dreadfully from 'oh DAMN my tea is cold'. It is shaming how annoyed I was to discover my tea had gone cold because the mug hadn't charged and it was my fault.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Ahahaha Ha www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Be aware, if Twitter* is down, they'll all come over here and try and pick fights. Block them. It'll make them so mad. *No I'm not calling it X, I'm not a sniggering thirteen-year-old spoilt boy-child.

I seem to be coming down with a cold. I have very strong, very disgruntled feelings about this.

Dear sweet screaming Jesus

My grandfather was a refugee, running for his life, crossing borders illegally and hiding from the authorities until he could get to the UK. The current Labour government can go fuck themselves.

Oh hey, I'm willing to give it a go though.

If we don’t signal our virtue every now and again - then so many believe they are utterly alone - “virtue signalling” is not there to say “aren’t I good” but “there are more of us than you might imagine” and “fuck you for demanding that only the brutal and the bullies may speak”

The problem with Labour pandering to Reform's disgusting racist agenda is that the people thinking of voting Reform but shy about it don't then decide to vote for Labour after all. Instead they think it's actually now mainstream and OK to think those gross thoughts and acceptable to vote for Reform.

First SoftBank, now Thiel. Hmmmm.

if you are disgusted by government proposals for refugees - please, please write to both your local MP and to [email protected] Fill their inbox with your shock and dismay. Be polite but be clear If you want text then I'm happy to share what I wrote

Currently completely obsessed with blankets. Knitting them, crocheting them, carefully examining them in department stores, reading patterns online for making even more of them, folding and patting my existing ones... I think I am trying to hibernate.

Home! Cat fed. Kettle on. Shopping put away. Paracetamol taken. Trousers removed. Darkness falls across the land.

I’ve been out doing errands and I‘be been waiting at the bus stop with heavy bags for 15 minutes and oh look, they’ve cancelled the bus and the next one isn’t for 28 minutes and the café over there is shutting because it is Sunday afternoon and is turning proper November cold. 😐

OK this one I did not expect.

Today is not the day to argue "oh so you want Reform to win then" as an argument for Labour's indefensible and inhumane anti-asylum policies. At least be honest and own that you're defending racist policies promoted with genuinely far right talking points. Don't try and pretend this is "progressive"

One of the local regular drunks has a voice like a chainsaw hitting the steel rebar in concrete. She is outside as I type shrieking abuse at someone. I am sorry to say that all my compassion and fellow-feeling for another human whose life seems a bit crap bursts into flame at the mere sound of her.

I am making soup. It's that or eat so much chocolate I explode. But I am an adult and I shall be adult about this and anyway I am quite good at soup.

Four o'clock on a dull grey November Saturday afternoon and what little daylight we got is fading out of the sky and I feel glum and antsy.

The BBC, quite consciously, sets out to demean and belittle trans people. This is both morally contemptible and in breach of its Charter obligations. We've made it super easy for you to write to the BBC and tell it to stop. Please use - and share with your networks. goodlaw.social/2j5q

It's real, and it's mind-blowing. A complete lack of awareness and a national embarrassment.

What - and I say this with my whole chest - the fuck?

I stood up to put the finished notebook away, waving it triumphantly above my head as I did so for I am a dork, and dropped it on my face. Ultradork.

Water, electricity, public transport, the internet, the postal service, all of it, should be renationalised at once. University should be free, and you can go at any age, and do short courses for just the sheer fun of it. This would be GOOD for the economy, actually. Ban fucking cars in cities.

Listen to the person with vet training

Meeting on Teams this afternoon to discuss finances and admin and stuff as my parents are becoming older and iller and want everything sorted out BEFORE they lose their marbles (which they are currently clutching very firmly)....

I have finished another notebook of diary entries. Oh Lord what am I DOING with all these words?

The Municipal Christmas Tree Lights were put on the Municipal Christmas Tree this morning. Three chaps, a van, and a cherry-picker, all being neat and efficient in the pissing rain, and because it is raining, alas no comedy bystanders. It was like a neat little ballet with twinkly lights...

This thread brought me great joy.

I am far too hot *takes cardigan off* Hmm. Now I am chilly *puts cardigan on* Ooff so hot *takes cardigan off* Brrr *puts cardigan on* Damn it I'm actually sweating *takes cardigan off* Urgh now I'm cold again *puts cardigan on* Hot DAMN YOU (ABSENCE OF) HORMONES! *takes cardigan off*