A mass lobby is when a large number of people contact their MPs and members of the Lords in advance and arrange to meet with them at Parliament all on the same day.
Trans+ Solidarity Alliance are one of the groups who've been absolutely kicking ass in the last year.
They also now have a crowdfunder if anyone wants to donate:
I am very very wrecked (because of something I did on purpose which I hope was useful, but which I did knowing that it would burn all my spoons and crash me for several days).
If anyone would like to distract me by asking me questions about things I enjoy rambling about (see my DW for recent topics, as well as the perennial ones), PLEASE do so, I would be deeply grateful.
Pilates on the terrace: delightful, except that every time I stopped weighing the mat down with my personal body (due to, for example, lifting up a limb to wave it around) the wind started folding it back up under me.
Pilates more generally: realised today that in addition to normally doing clam and hip stretches at the end of Pilates, and the current Hip Trouble having started after a couple of weeks of not managing that part of the routine because I was only getting as far as doing my bare minimum get-on-the-mat-and-breathe... a whole bunch of the movements incorporate, essentially, sciatic nerve glides. There's another entry to the list of But What Has Pilates Ever Done For Us...
Meanwhile I am out of routine and therefore also eating less protein than I've been managing upcountry, and o have just for the first time since the initial DOMS wound up with post-gym soreness. I have a horrid feeling that my medium term future might contain protein powder; in the short term, dinner was heavy on eggs and tofu.
And, regarding DOMS, last night's "... huh" was about the (extent of) overlap of symptoms and progression with those of post-exertional malaise. This is not yet a fully-formed thought, but it's definitely trying to be a thought. (As part of the theme of "a whole bunch of the experiences of disabled people around embodiment actually do form a continuum with those of the temporarily able bodied, and so do management strategies".)
A very loose take on "Little Red Riding Hood," set in modern times post-apocalypse!
Cordelia, nicknamed Red because she hates her given name and always wears a red hoodie, is the sole survivor of her family. She's traveling the post-pandemic wilderness to get to her grandmother's house in the woods, armed only with an axe. She's used a prosthetic leg since losing one in a car crash when she was a child, so people underestimate her. They shouldn't.
The story alternates between her post-pandemic journey and the events leading up to it, when Red lived with her mom (a Black college professor), her dad (white, I forget his job) and her older brother Adam. Red is about 20, Adam is about 22; they're both college students. Red is extremely into horror movies and preparing for danger, so she sees the urgency of the pandemic well before most people. Unfortunately, that's not enough to save her parents and brother.
I was absolutely glued to this book, staying up past midnight to finish it, despite its many flaws. If you, like me, enjoy a small scale apocalypse story with a focus on the logistics of survival, this is a must-read. The logistics of survival bits are GREAT.
It's repetitive (HOW many times do we need to be told that Red can't run fast because she has a prosthetic leg?), everything is over-explained, Red is somehow able to use a small axe to kill multiple men armed with guns (all at once in addition to sequentially!) despite having no training, and the ending is incredibly abrupt and has more loose ends than a half-finished sweater. I cannot believe the author's chutzpah in setting up all sorts of fascinating mysteries only to have Red conclude that she's not the main character (what?) and so no longer cares that she'll never know the answer to any of them. Okay, but I care!
And yet, I enjoyed the hell out of it, right up to the non-ending. I am just a sucker for people searching for beef jerky in looted supermarkets and rescuing kids.
Halfway through this book, I was looking up all of Henry's other books, which are horror or thrillers, many dark fairytale retellings, so I could read them all. When I got the end, I looked up their reviews. Many mention "abrupt" endings and none of the rest are post-apocalyptic, which was by far the best part of the book, so I will probably leave my reading of her books right here.
Saw the goldfinch(es) again on my way home from gym + shop.
Birthday cake continues to exist :)
For five glorious minutes I was one of only two people in the gym (and the other one was very quiet, so it's just as well that other people showed up as I was starting to deadlift, really).
There are lots and lots of wildflower verges on my various perambulations and I cannot emphasise enough how much I am enjoying having ready access to both the hedges covered in sea pinks and patches of long grass mingled with poppies and (multiple colours of!) cornflowers and Margeriten.
A beautifully written, atmospheric riff on Pet Sematary, among other things, in which the women of a Korean-American family living in a small, mostly white town have the power to resurrect the dead. They only use it on small animals, primarily to resurrect their beloved pet rat Milkis every time he dies of old age, which is about every three years. (If the author hasn’t kept pet rats, I will eat my hat.) Theoretically they could resurrect humans, but family lore says it’s a very, very bad idea. Despite extreme temptation, the two teenage sisters do not try to resurrect their mom when she dies in a car crash. But when the older sister, Mirae, drowns in the river, her younger sister Soojin can’t resist…
This isn’t the kind of story that’s built around surprises – we know from the beginning that sometimes dead is better, and the whole idea of forbidden resurrection is about refusing to accept the fact of death, so that also must come into play—but rather about the journey. The book has a water-drenched, hothouse atmosphere, all claustrophobic relationships and emotions too intense to bear. It’s a bit spooky but mostly an exploration of grief and love via creepy magic. I thought it was great, but rat lovers should heed the note below. (Which is too bad because the pet rat character is great.)
Content notes: The same pet rat repeatedly dies of old age and is resurrected, a process which involves some physical mutilation of the corpse. This part didn’t bother me but the rat does also die one painful and violent death, which did. There is also a flashback story to earlier generations involving a chicken that gets repeatedly killed in a cruel way. Lots of body horror. The story is centrally about grief.
Erica Skyberg is a 35-year-old teacher in a small town in South Dakota who’s just realized that she’s a trans woman. Or rather, the knowledge that she’s a trans woman has finally become impossible to suppress. Unfortunately, she’s deep in the closet and the only other trans person she knows is Abigail, who is 17 and the only openly trans student at her high school. Erica is in the stage of identity where she can’t think about anything else; Abigail is fine with carrying the banner of being out but would really like her life to not be just about Being Trans.
Erica comes out to Abigail, who is equal parts annoyed and fascinated by the chance to take on the role of being a mentor to an adult. Their relationship is definitionally inappropriate, but not predatory or harmful. Abigail can be a lot and Erica has enormous issues with self-esteem and boundaries, but they’re both essentially kind and well-meaning people trying to just live their lives in a world that has cast them as Public Enemy # 1.
This novel is also essentially kind. It’s a very warm and often pretty funny look at two people who have one somewhat random thing in common and create a relationship based on that one thing, which becomes a relationship based on more than that, and how the repercussions of that relationship spiral outward and affect others: Erica’s ex-wife, Abigail’s boyfriend, Abigail’s boyfriend’s mother, a lonely student who wants to be friends with Abigail, the woman running against an anti-trans political candidate who is guaranteed to win, and many more.
Content note: Obviously transphobia and internalized self-hatred are central to the overall story, but it’s not the kind of book where people are constantly getting slurs screamed at them.
I will mention, since it’s a mistake that I made, that Emily St. James is not Emily St. John Mandel who wrote Station Eleven.
Today in birds: choughs, stonechats, the flock of goldfinches, cormorants, and infinite gulls and jackdaws and crows.
Nerve glides continue to sound like bullshit but they are also actually and immediately helping with the mistake that is the sciatic nerve, so that's cheering.
Finished the current puzzle! Less the one missing piece. Absolute nonsense, would almost certainly happily do again. The thing about it, right, is that it has lots of textures and internal edges, so it was often very easy to put a big patch together and very hard to work out where it actually went. (Shocking nobody, I was much less into the landscapes and figures in the middle of the big platters...)
Made it down to the beach multiple times, both at approximately low tide and approximately high tide. Spent some quality time watching the waves. V good.
Celebrating. My 36th birthday! In low-key but very pleasant fashion.
Reading. I have made Some progress on Your Inner Fish (Neil Shubin), but alas not enough to actually finish it before the loan autoreturned to the library (and there is a queue, so I have put it back on hold, sigh). I had got up to the teeth. Leaving aside some towering indignation on behalf of zoos and aquaria everywhere (not everything in these settings is Bilaterian! not all Bilaterians have a head and two eyes!!! this is a terrible introduction to phylogeny!!!!!) I am having a good time with this one. In brief: palaeontologist specialising in fossil fish unexpectedly ends up in charge of medical students' first-year human anatomy course, and has Opinions.
Watching.Richie's Brooklyn Gym, a ten-minute documentary short about the gym Casey Johnston joined when she first started lifting weights.
Playing. Working on a puzzle that I am enjoying way more than I expected to, which is a delight.
Cooking. A quiche, this evening, with spelt flour, which I overdid a bit but oh well; and, yesterday, The Familial Celebratory Cake. :)
Growing. The lemongrass has survived being potted up! And the poblano is flowering enthusiastically. :)
Observing. A nuthatch, we are pretty sure, at the Cornish Seal Sanctuary! In addition to the puffins and The Regulars Various, we did get to meet Hot Cross Bun, who is not quite ready for release yet but is getting very close to it. We got to see seal behaviour we had never previously observed (Attie, up in a rehab pool to keep Banana(rama) company while she stabilises on her anti-seizure meds, apparently really likes sunbathing belly-up with only her head underwater; and two of the residents were PORPOISING enthusiastically!!!). Sea pinks; Wundklee; CHOUGHS.
There are so many posts I want to write, but this one is easy and also about books, so! I think everyone should do it so I can spy on your bookshelves.
Take five books off your bookshelf.
(I pulled everything from my physical TBR bookcase, in hopes that it will encourage me to read it.)
Book #1 -- first sentence: "Anyone can write about a large city--large cities are open to everyone--but small cities can only be portrayed by people who love them."
(Already ambiguities: I skipped the preface because this line is better.)
Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty: "However, I haven't yet read V.W.'s book."
Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred: "What amazing childishness these old people were content to live in!"
(Unexpected challenge: do I pick the second sentence or the second complete sentence?)
Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty: "'I know.' Verna dropped the packages. A hard, harsh sob pressed at her throat. 'I hate him.' "
(Yes, I am treating one paragraph of dialog plus action as a single sentence for the purposes of the meme. Fight me!)
Book #5 -- final sentence of the book: "Eunice picked up her bag and guitar and closed the door to the storm."
Make the five sentences into a paragraph:
Anyone can write about a large city--large cities are open to everyone--but small cities can only be portrayed by people who love them. However, I haven't yet read V.W.'s book. What amazing childishness these old people were content to live in! 'I know.' Verna dropped the packages. A hard, harsh sob pressed at her throat. 'I hate him.' Eunice picked up her bag and guitar and closed the door to the storm.
I promise it wouldn't make any more sense if I chose another option for step 5.
Book #1: Friendly City by Sofia Samatar Book #2: The Diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner, ed. Claire Harman Book #3: Ready or Not by Mary Stolz Book #4: The Room Opposite and Other Stories by F.M. Mayor Book #5: Mojo Hand: An Orphic Tale by J.J. Phillips
- Mailing list blooper, from one of the zillion libraries I'm signed up to, lmao: "Lee Child, Andrew Child - Jack Reacher, Book 30 - Exit Strategy The 30th instalment in the Jack Reacher series from #1 New York Times bestselling authors Lee Child and Andrew Child. A comical, fantastical and witty re-imagining of the Tudor world, perfect for fans of The Princess Bride." I suspect Princess Bride fans might experience a little disappointment with this suggestion although I suppose it's possible an Inigo Montoya-a-like might confront Reacher, "You killed my father. Prepare to die!" XD
- Architectural history of chimbleys. Does anyone have an informed opinion on why this 1850s terrace built mostly for railway workers, and with a small railway hotel, has such wide chimney tops with so many chimney pots? Fashion or multiple occupancy or ? https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/582499 https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/2682444
- The Friday Five's musical musings
1. How often do you hear live music? Daily: I sing, my friends play, there are sessions in local pubs at least twice a week, and organists practising in churches (who can be heard from the street), and buskers in town. I prefer dancing to live music, and I occasionally attend gigs (but not so often now I am an aged crone, obv)
2. What was your favourite live musical performance ever? My favourites are generally voices plural, when I'm joining in, but I couldn't pick one - too many differences to compare. Paid-for live gigs are very audience dependent and more than once I've seen a performer who is better with an appreciative audience and worse with an unresponsive crowd.
3. Do you play an instrument, or sing? Yes, I used to sing exceptionally well, and regularly received offers of paid employment, and I can also play several instruments in a basic way (a variety of keyboards, hand drums, and easy wind instruments).
4. Have you ever performed music onstage? Yes, and for commercial recordings (which are heard by more people).
5. Who is your favourite musician? My favourite musicians are my friends, although my favourite music is sometimes made by people who are not my favourite musicians. :-) I have very eclectic taste in music but I prefer danceable tunes and/or harmonious vocals. I dislike being shouted at and/or plodding tunes. I find some experimental music interesting even when I don't especially like it.
6. And y'all?
Current Location:Lydney
Current Music:"the more I find out the less I know"
So the book tour was a lot! Five cities in five days was kind of exhausting. (Boston, Fort Collins CO, Seattle, Portland, San Diego) There's one more city to go tomorrow 5/16, Dallas: https://stores.barnesandnoble.com/event/9780062204379-0
Also good news: Platform Decay was #8 on the New York Times Bestseller List, #8 on the USA Today Bestseller List, and #6 on the Indie Bestseller List. That's never happened before and I'm freaking out a little.
successfully bought a leek. spent several whole minutes with reduced bad brain. (local combo of prodrome and therapy hangover, I think, not anything persistent or concerning.)
the delay arising from the combination of Difficulty Leaving The House and Emotional Support Leek worked out just fine; we still made it to the wiggles household only a little behind human #1 and very slightly ahead of humans #2 and 3, and still in time for A to sequester themself for Union Meeting. hurrah for things working out.
it has rained on the plants (hurray!) and mostly not on me (also hurray!).
sweet potato slips have perked right back up after being put in a glass of water this morning (having failed to manage to get them in same last night).
orchid continues flowering exuberantly. only three of them but my goodness they are staying.
some fantastic rainbows on way to wiggles; ditto clouds-fraying-into-rain.
We recently went to Printed Matter’s LA Art Book Fair, which we went to last year and loved, this year not so much. We’re going to try one more time next year on a paid day in hopes that the crush of people doesn’t feel so fire-hazardy and frustrating. Hyperallergenic has some nice photos here.
As usual, I found more things that tickled my brain in the “zine” area that fills up the studio and workspaces building, but there were lots of interesting things to look at. And look only is what I did, no money or space for new books this year, though we did splash out for Sci-fi, Magick, Queer L.A. | Sexual Science and the Imagi-Nation from Inventory Press (which grew from theSci-Fi, Magick , Queer L.A. archive show at USC), which makes lovely books. Look at this fore-edge!!!
What I did grab lots of were business cards–it’s wild to me, someone who used to do cons, how few places tabling ever have them, or have enough of them–and hooray most didn’t just send me to Instagram. Like, my friends, I want to go buy or look at your stuff, I don’t have Instagram, I’m not going to Zelle you $3 for a zine, please god. Anyway! Some faves in a little link roundup.
These were gorgeous and simple books, but what caught me was seeing they were based in Corvallis, Oregon. And! On further inspection, were part of OSU?!! Turns out the press is run on a curricular structure, is student-staffed, and is probably giving these kids one of the better hands-on experiences possible about printing.
I did almost go home with We’re Sorry You Applied This Year, from Natalie Krick, which makes sort of black-out poems of rejection letters collected over the course of a year. I may still end up getting it, it’s a real treat and an eternal mood.
Natalie Krick – We’re Sorry You Applied This Year. Composit Press.
The problem with buying nothing at fairs like this is that you’ll probably never get a chance again. Salt and Pepper doesn’t ship to the United States currently, alas forever.
Also mercurial was exactly why I grabbed their card. I believe they had heavy silver ink printing on some magazines and I will love that style forever and ever. I cannot find the items that grabbed my eye on their site, sadly, but there’s lots of yummy stuff in there.
A super clean design style that also seems like it is true to the designer will always grab me and Special Special has that. Bonus also for having quirky stationary that doesn’t inexplicably piss me off. The sold out Illegal Pad (three columns of lines, grid, dots) is a delight. This tote was not at the show but absolutely rips.
Symposium Tote Bag with Symposium Publication by Cai Studio. From Special Special.
I love when a book or object is lovingly and beautifully made and Gong Press creates Objects ™ that are pleasant to touch, and delightful to interact with. What caught my eye particularly was theirI Ching Hexagram “bookmark book.” The paper stock of the pages within was lightly waxy, the holes in the cover unique to each, the content perfectly printed.
I almost couldn’t find their sites after the show, this was one of those (very cool design, like a little book wit ha quote in it) cards that only had an @ to find somebody by. But the work had such a delicious ephemeral vibe I really did want to find them beyond what I can see of Instagram before it blocks my scroll. And I succeeded!
Once more, I’m not 100% what had me ask for a card, but Love Letters, Fireworks, and Time Travel may well have been it. Collected letters from a time-distant stranger? Beautiful paper choices?!
Love Letters, Fireworks, and Time Travel. Howling Cactus.
The only thing that saved me from buying a riso print of a still from a horror movie from this table was that I am incredibly picky. But boy, did I enjoy paging through them hungrily. I love typologies and collections (rave flyers), I love spiral bound books that don’t feel like they’ve chosen that binding to be trendy, I love horror and weird stuff.
Sadly, I learned once I got home that Colpa is an event-only vendor currently but their site says they’re “working on building out the USED section of our site” which has me at 100% eyes emoji.
I love a good or notable business card and Figure Bound had ones that were the kind of bookmarks that slide over the top of a page. Delightful!!! Also just a really pleasant site to browse. The paper choices are delicious, the printing clean, the content good and the prices exquisite (you can make good artist books and not make them all $60!). Trees of America was particularly fun. I’m showing a screencap here so you can see the cute thing the menu does as you scroll on the site (tips to the vertical).
Trees of America, Samuel Alexander Forest. Figure Bound.
And that’s it! I also enjoyed the area set aside for Riso Studio Arts, which has locations in Portland (Oregon) and Los Angeles both. Riso will get me eventually, I’m sure. I’m soft for all fibre arts and printing types and will slowly collect them all as I continue onward.
I have been offline more than usual lately because the internet is off at my house and I've been unable to reach anyone who is not an AI, which went about as well and efficiently as you can imagine. The AI has decided that I need a new router and is mailing it to me with instructions for how to install it myself, because God forbid a human be involved. If that doesn't work, who knows what the next step is. I am beginning to suspect the only humans at the company are the CEOs and shareholders.
Meanwhile, I decided that I am spending way too much time doomscrolling, both intentionally and non-consensually. Not only is everything horrible right now, but the minute you get online you're personally informed of every horrible thing that happened anywhere, big or small or in between. Did some random dude murder his entire family anywhere in the world? You'll be informed of it, complete with heartbreaking photos of the dead kids. Did a child commit suicide anywhere in the world? You'll hear about that too, also complete with the awful story and heartbreaking photos! And that's not even getting into politics and the upcoming end of the world. I don't think humans are mentally equipped to live like that.
So I installed ScreenZen on my phone. It's one of many apps that will block both apps and entire websites. (Sadly it does not have the ability to block words.) I blocked everything I doomscroll on. I highly recommend this! I still get the news, as 1) I get a news digest emailed to me daily, 2) people will tell me the news in person whether I consent or not, but at least I'm not constantly marinating in global misery that I can't do anything about. Also, I now have more time to be useful in ways that are actually possible.
The result is that I have read so many more books than usual. I am completely behind on reviewing, also as usual, but with more books involved now. Perhaps I will post a poll.
This novel has one of the most off-the-wall premises I've come across. In a near-future world much like our own, women who get pregnant also conceive a "fetal mother." When they give birth to their baby, they also deliver the fetal mother, then fall into a coma-like sleep. The fetal mother rapidly grows into an identical clone of the original mother, then EATS HER. This process is called rebirth. The new mother has the original mother's memories and personality, but is also endowed with superpowers for the first five years of her child's life: she needs almost no sleep, has super strength and fast reflexes, is filled with energy, and finds all child care and domestic tasks endlessly fascinating and enjoyable. In short, the new mother is the woman that mothers are supposed to be.
The main character, Vivi, is terrified of rebirth, and sees it as death. This view is very stigmatized, but might be more widespread than society lets on. She's reluctant to get pregnant because of it. When she finally does, something goes wrong with her rebirth. She didn't get new mother powers. Instead she slogs along, depressed and alienated, trying to care for her infant while she's still physically impaired from the pregnancy and actually needs sleep. She and her husband end up breaking up over this, and Vivi moves to Australia to live with her uncle, who runs a hobbling business.
Remember I mentioned this is near-future? The world has actually decided to do something about climate change, and so drastically regulated energy consumption. Hobbling is altering old machines to make them low emitters. The low-emissions world is less lavish: planes are rarely used, long-distance calls are brief, and only the very rich have unlimited internet. It's an interesting take on a world whose future seems much brighter than ours, but whose present is more similar to our recent past.
Vivi and her family are Indonesian-Chinese, and their cultures (including Australian) play into the book much as the near-future setting does: it's pervasive and interesting and very specific, which makes a nice grounded base for the incredibly weird rebirth stuff.
But Won't I Miss Me is a weird, fascinating, ambitious book with a weird, fascinating, ambitious premise. Great social commentary and issues of identity. I didn't quite love the ending - it felt like it needed either more setup or more payoff - but the book is still excellent and very original.
In my defence, most of 2026 so far has been spent dealing with incapacitating levels of fatigue, which might finally be getting better (and that needs to be a separate post).
But the major problem is that I wanted to re-read Cascade, the first book in the trilogy, before starting Blight.
And while I loved Cascade -- here is my rave from way back when -- it produces an overwhelming sense of dread in me, even more than it did so on first read, because it captures, with remarkable precision and effectiveness, the sense of living in a liberal democracy that is teetering on the edge of ceasing to be one, and the stomach-dropping sensation when things begin moving unspeakably fast.
It's a very good book, but -- you see the problem.
Anyway, in recent weeks I finally got myself to re-read Cascade, and then I tore through Blight in a few days. Weirdly, I found it a much less difficult read because it's (both politically and environmentally) a post-apocalyptic novel, in which some kind of fightback is beginning.
Anyway it's fucking fantastic, without any of the common middle-book-of-a-trilogy doldrums. A really spectacular and unique mixture of wild magic, cosmic horror, and organizing for revolution, the last written with gritty specificity. The author is dead and all that, I don't know what's firsthand knowledge and what's research, but this is a book that (for example) writes with deep credibility about what it feels like to be in a crowd being tear-gassed.
As well as being a very good book, it also feels it's maybe a psychologically useful book to read right now.
I would like to do a proper write-up but I still have no idea what my energy's going to be doing day to day, so in the meantime here's a hype post, and if you want a review here's james_davis_nicoll's:
Reading. I am so close to being Fully Up To Date with She's A Beast!!! I have just hit Feb 2026!!! Maybe my brain will let me read literally anything else???
... having said which, I totally managed to take a break from SAB to inhale Platform Decay (Martha Wells), the new Murderbot. Very little of it has stuck with me and also it was a very pleasant way to switch off brain for a few hours.
And I got close enough to the autoreturn on the library loan of another memoir about embodiment -- Run Toward The Danger, Sarah Polley -- that I am actually trying to blitz through it; so far it is not doing a great deal for me but all this really means is that I am not the target audience for everyone!
Watching. In celebration of David Attenborough's 100th birthday, we have now watched The Year Earth Changed. I had an lot of feelings.
Playing. ... yeah so I completed The Game About Shelving Books, in that I now have all of the Steam achievements including the speedrun achievement (I never normally get speedrun achievements; I never normally even bother trying to get them), and am now Taking Breaks from other things by loading the game back up and wandering around reorganising subject shelving bays according to what makes me happiest (by and large: pick one of "colour" and "thematic grouping"; I am not here for trying to work out how to impose Dewey). At this point, though, that is feeling like a small soothing achievable task that can be A Smol Treet, rather than having the driving urgency of hyperfocus, so that's an extremely welcome development.
Eating. Strawberriessssssss. So many strawberries. I Am Luxuriating. Also: British asparagus! Fancy goats' cheese! The supermarket, having Taken Away the raspberry and passionfruit cheesecake Apparently Forever, has reintroduced it as a seasonal food!
Exploring. We went for one of our normal walks! Adam spotted a deer! We pursuit predated it for a little off amongst trees we had not previously poked around in, and discovered a series of neat rectangular brick walls, all of uniform roofless height, now full of mature trees that had clearly been there for Some Time! We have no idea, OpenStreetMap has nothing to say on the topic, and there is something that has merrily dug setts or dens into and around the foundations...
Making & mending. Bike... works again? Bike works again. Still need to unfuck the rear brake some more but maybe I will manage to take it to see the nice bike shop halfway down the hill tomorrow morning on my way Elsewhere.
Growing. Potted up the lemongrass! Have not potted up the aubergine. Ancho flowering merrily. Maybe I will make it to the plot this week and get some of the things I'm intending to put in the ground into the ground?
Observing. A deer! (Probably muntjac.) The bat! Several excellent front gardens!
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