• Our littlest started swimming and after her first lesson she described how she lost her float and sank into the water to then be rescued by her teacher. There’s a joke somewhere here about her “literally being thrown in the deep end”.
• our CEO started the call with “I’m not sure the energy today is where you need it for this meeting.” And ended it with him saying “this conversation has given me energy”. A positive review.
• The barbican is so dishevelled. The men’s toilet basins seemed to only have one working part for each wash area. Meaning a whole lot of strange looks and murmured “do you have a working soap dispenser?”, “is there water at yours?” “Have you a dryer?” Questions to the other theatre-goers at the phenomenal fiddler on the roof.
• Four carrot cake tiers is too many carrot cake tiers for a four person family birthday cake. Where one slice feels like a whole meal.
• The foxes left Liz a birthday present by digging the grass up to get under our deck. Luckily, under the deck it’s mostly rubble and other stuff, so they couldn’t build a den under there. The beans have all been eaten by slugs and the tomatoes need repotting.