A couple of boxes arrived for me at work. There was a gorgeous aroma coming off them.
When I visited my parents at Christmas I re-discovered a book. It was given to me by my great-uncle Ronald.
The Golden Throng: A Book About Bees.
I bank with the Co-Operative bank. I know there was some awful mis-management in the past, but their heart is in the right place (I think) and they have ethical policies. I think it’s a good idea that they should exist, so I’m sticking with them.
Recently they changed the user interface on their online banking. I don’t know why. I preferred the old one, but that’s just, like, my opinion.
But the more I used it the more careless the design looks. Continue reading
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I am overwhelmed by all this. On Monday our new home was craned in. Words to follow, but for now pictures will have to do.
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People do boat-build blogs. Breathlessly they document the progress of their build, keeping everyone up-to-date with up-to-the-minute information about how it’s all going. I am breathless about my new boat. I want to document the progress of the build and … Continue reading
New year reflection led me to the conclusion that perhaps having email, twitter, facebook and the Internet at large following me round in my pocket all the time wasn’t a great idea, so I thought I’d get a phone that wasn’t afraid to revisit issues of self-identity. The Nokia 105 makes phone calls, sends texts, has an FM radio and not much else. I’m very happy with it. Continue reading
Flood water waist deep. Bit of a challenge getting out. Thames towpath below Oxford flooded knee-deep in places, just breaching at Donnington bridge. Someone in the University College boathouse shouted that I should be careful of sharks.