• 5 Year Old: “But do we eat dead chickens?” Me: ”Yes, they’re not alive are they…” 5 Year Old: ”But do we cut their face off?”
• I’ve written 2026 year end notes. If you fancy learning what I want to do in 2026. Chris pointed out I didn’t publish my 2025 year notes. But you’ll have to deal with that, 2024 year end was a stress. I just published these but they’re not really organised
• Bit off more than we could chew by visiting everyone up north in a week. I left the car internal light on and the Polestar died completely. This was on New Years Eve. So on New Years Day we had a rushed phone call to the AA and a lovely man named James Ford came and jump started the electric car.
• We queued with plenty of others in a one-in-one-out situation at the National Trust house between Barnsley and Huddersfield. Once we were in we had our first National Trust Pasty’s of the year and briefly explored the grounds, but it was far too cold to venture far. Definitely one to go back to in more climate weather.
• I forgot the gift I’d bought my secret santa. Left it way back in London. Kicking off a wild festive last-minute ordering spree which worked itself out in the end. Thank heavens for fast delivery, it’s what Baby Jeesus himself would have wanted.
• While charging the car in McDonalds in Crewe, I ran out into the cheshire plains via a bridleway and a few footpaths. One footpath I particularly enjoyed, snaking its way over farmland, through groups of sheep grazing the hard, frozen earth. The mud underfoot frozen hard enough to keep me clean. Until… crack. The thin top layer of frozen earth gave way and I was ankle deep in a slurry-mix of churned muck. I picked and slipped my way through the rest of the footpath and climbed over a fence to finish the path. Waddling/jogging my manure-stench back to the car on icy rural roads.