Moving House
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Why are those hippies shouting, Mummy?
Or: The Idiot's Guide to Climate Change.I am not unaware that these issues are controversial. I will try to stick to the facts as much as I can but to add local flavour, every expert in this matter I have known seems really glum and despondent. It is hard to talk about Climate Change with people who know what they are on about because it all comes back to"oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" in the end. And the rocking. And the sobbing.In the last few thousand years, our planet has had a reasonably stable climate. The places nearer the poles have had things called seasons and rain has fallen on certain places, avoided others. Generally speaking. Plants and animals have ada

Three Men in a Boat- Jerome K Jerome
It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. The diagnosis seems in every case to correspond exactly with all the sensations that I have ever felt.I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch - hay fever, I fancy it was. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into - s

Unsettled
Yesterday, I worked until 9pm. I was lucky in that I did not have to start until 10am (but it was only dumb luck that I did not have to come in at the usual time of 8am).We worked from 3pm to 9pm on Parents' Evening and there was no time for meal breaks. So, I went to a fast food place afterwards and could have kissed the guy there because he had chicken. Imagine that. Not kebab. Not burger. Not hot dog. Not bolognaise pizza. Chicken.Obviously, it was hard to get to sleep and once I was asleep, my dreams were unsettled.Not doing well with this "winter" thing, it's not the clouds this time but how disorienting it is to have the sun come up at 7

Singing Sunday