Week 287: Litter tray in the sky
March 2, 2024
- A frustrating week. For the third(!) week(!) running(!) wee man got sent home from nursery with a fever. He seemed basically fine but the thermometer tells a different story. Love having it all. LOVE IT.
- I bought a standing desk. NEW HEALTH CENTURY.
- Whoever said “many can achieve, few can maintain” probably wasn’t referring to flossing but I think about it every time I (don’t) floss anyway.
- On one of the days this week I looked outside and wondered how much more water the ground could possibly take. Surely it’s full. Surely.
- I know that’s not how rain works.
- We’ve made it to March. I have a lot of birthday business this month. A weekend in Camber Sands, a spa day at the Newt(!), a birthday party in Fitzrovia. The thought “this is all a bit much isn’t it?” keeps bubbling up in my subconscious before my conscious gently, respectfully and with love, reminds me that actually these are all shared with the the three other people with whom I share a birthday. My twin brother, my mum, and Russell. Mum is turning a significant number in base 10 which is why we’re making a bigger fuss than usual.
- And of course there is Luis, from work, who also has the same birthday as me. In the glory-days, pre-covid, we used to buy each other a massive birthday cake, but it doesn’t really work when you’re remote.
- There is frogspawn in the pond and you will be happy to hear that unlike last year there has been no frog massacre yet. Maybe because next door’s cat has gone to that giant litter tray in the sky.