• I recognise the privilege of living where we live in London. I didn’t plan well enough for bank holiday but managed to last-minute book into the new “Is there life in space?” exhibition at the NHM. A busy day there. The kids and I have been plenty of times so we didn’t need to spend too long milling through the overcrowded parts and main-lined straight to the exhibition, spending a good amount of time on the interactive “control the mars rover” bit and bouncing our way through the “this is what it feels like to walk on an asteroid” bit.
• This half term coincided with Hack-Week at work. Hack week is meant as a way for our teams to spend time building prototypes. The prototypes are ideas of how we could improve bits of our business in future. Usually the focus is on proving something works, rather than complying with rules. We potentially put too many constraints into this hackathon with our committee having filtered the ideas and teams down. But the things the teams built and communicated were pretty impressive compared with what was expected. I think it goes to show that you can probably get away with guiding people even less than you think. More trust goes a long way. END OF LINKEDIN POST, BACK TO REAL LIFE
• The caterpillars we were gifted a few weeks back have mostly hatched into butterflies. Whenever I am witness to this I always sing “The CIRCLE of LIIIIFE” in my head.
• Lizzy B was working most of this last weekend managing the volunteers down at Brockley Max festival. So the weekend was mostly me pretending to be doing important things while the kids played around me and trying not to get to angry at them constantly needing me to do things for them. I was planning a last minute bike pack trip with them, but I realised that taking one kid bikepacking is easy enough, but with two its much more boggling. Not just the extra packing requirements, but getting all of us plus bikes onto trains, packing enough snacks and food. Clothing for 3. It’s quite a lot more planning.
• Yes, I cut the grass on the 31st. Get outta my way no mow may!