Week 335: Scintilla of dignity

February 1, 2025

After last week’s #cheeruptinytears weeknotes I have in fact cheered up. I know I’ve cheered up because every morning I don’t wake up and think “this again?” and every evening when it comes to eating dinner I don’t think “actually I’d rather just eat toast with peanut butter and crawl into a hole”.
My foot, by the way, is slowly recovering. On Thursday morning I woke up and didn’t instantly think “ow my foot hurts”. The bruise, which started as a uniform blue covering 70% of my foot from instep outwards is now just a brown smudge across my middle three toes.
On Wednesday wee man had his final dose of Sodium Valproate Chronospheres, following 8 weeks of weaning him off. It’s been nearly three years of poking that medication into his gorgeous face and he’s pretty much always happily taken it.
Chronospheres are cool. Extremely identical balls that break down in a uniform way giving a steady dose as they pass through your body. Because they are tiny precise spheres they have quite interesting physics. I like to roll them around together on the surface of the egg cup before putting in a teaspoon of petit filous.
Who remembers teaspoon.com? Probably only one person.
The BHCC consultation around school catchments finished this week. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I did what I could.
On Friday morning at 7am I gave a live interview to BBC Radio Sussex about it. I was in my pyjamas and had woken up at 6:45, which on reflection probably wasn’t taking it quite as seriously as I should have done but, what else was I going to do? wake up earlier and worry more? This chill yoghurt babe? no.
I’ve got a decent amount of subscriber only content this week, relating to an event that I can’t talk about on the internet. Obviously I don’t have a subscription model because I do have a scintilla of dignity. So the content dies with me!