- What better way to celebrate your 37th journey round the sun than with a sing song with your close family around a delicious home-made carrot cake speared with burning wax shafts.
- I’ve not completely shaken my heavy illness meaning that I already sweated through the super-soft bedclothes I got as a bday present. Gross.
- Work organised a “help local community members day” which felt slightly less performative as last year and I got to join the manufacturing line for gift boxes for a local food bank and felt like I’d found my perfect job. Make boxes, teach others to make boxes, deliver made boxes so they can be filled with neccecisties. I did research into the charity we were helping this year and its for sure a necessary thing that we’re doing.
- It was my bosses last day this week and we celebrated/commiserated with him at strong rooms in shoreditch, somewhere I’ve frequented maybe once a year for the past 10 years and hasn’t changed one bit.
- This week is “Ride to paris” week and I worriedly completed a 90km bike ride this morning and feel pretty dreadful. Kinda apprehensive about the 100km ride closely followed by a terrible nights sleep on a boat then an immediate 160km ride with a time limit for a train ride. Not yet feeling the spirit of adventure.