Every year when the first daffodils come up I’m struck by the fact that I’ve actually had low key seasonal depression for the last four months and not just a terrible personality after all.
I did not realise when I signed up to our local gardening club quite how much of the correspondence would be funeral invitations.
“Mummy I love you, Mummy I love ham.” Not even a millisecond of pause between them.
Look, I don’t care how many emails you send me. I’m not reviewing The Towel Shop.
Sorry, forgot the alt: it’s a boy from the book Moon Mouse wearing blue jeans and a red t-shirt.
We are aiming low with the World Book Day costume this year.
I do a tiny bit of acting/modelling as a side hustle and I just got my first ever audition tape through for…
… drum role please…
Middle aged lady. I don‘t think I’m going to recover from this.
Well, it turns out that taking the kids swimming for half an hour leads to a pleasant afternoon and easy bedtimes, but taking them swimming for an hour leads to Lord of the Flies.
No bigger disgust response than a preschooler discovering bugs in the bug hotel he made with his father. What did you think it was for? Did you just want to be one of those landlords investing in real estate thats sits empty and actively contributes to the affordable housing crisis?
Haha I hadn’t noticed that!
Nice little earner for a state secondary teacher.
Excellent.
I had the kind of day when I went to church with 40-50 scotch pancakes and came home with a cabbage.
Do you think people are staring at me because of the dog collar or the space lunch box?
It has never been more important in most of our lifetimes than now to make art that deeply offends and concerns fascists.
The greatest peril in Spidey and His Amazing Friends this evening is that Hydroman is threatening to get some books wet outside a bookshop. Captain America has been deployed to help. Captain America, I think you may have bigger problems right now.
He has some flippers! This is perfect!
I see I have missed the letter 3 from the above list. In my defence, I am running a temperature. Maybe we need to do numbers week.
5) Fast fashion
6) Fibonacci
7) Fibre optic broadband advertisement
8) Fire. Small bin fire in one of those mini desk bins that looks like a wheelie bin.
I’ve become way too invested in letter of the week at preschool. This week is F week. Here are some ridiculous ideas I have for the preschooler to bring to show and tell. Please feel free to add your own:
1) Functioning fondue set spilling cheese everywhere.
2) Fungi.
4) Mini working farm.
“Wet rehearsal?!” Seriously, NASA, just call it a tech rehearsal and then every theatre kid will understand the vibe.
Yesterday, five-year-old Liam and his dad Adrian were released from Dilley detention center. I picked them up last night and escorted them back to Minnesota this morning.
Liam is now home. With his hat and his backpack.
Liam is home now and we are grateful to @joaquincastrotx.bsky.social for traveling to Minneapolis with him and his dad.
Welcome home Liam ❤️❤️
The priest at my church got beat up at an anti-ICE protest on the peninsula this week, and when he showed up for Mass today with a black eye all the church ladies swooned like they had seen a Backstreet Boy.
I read in the press that the Brooklyn Beckham debacle will be a test case for influencers’ children and how they will view their parents when they grow up. But what about Christopher Robin? We already know how that went.
A picture of Bob Dylan smoking with his guitar, overwritten with lyrics from “Blowing in the Wind”: How many ears must one man have/before he can hear people cry? And how many deaths will it take ‘til he knows too many people have died?
A country of small roads, limited parking and congestion charges. This makes no sense.🤷♂️
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Kids these days don’t know they’re born. Watching the entirety of Mary Poppins on Disney with no adverts and no accidental rugby match taped over the top of it right before the finale. I’m weirdly unfamiliar with the end due to that aforementioned incident.
Macron: “this will turn NATO into an ash heap…”
BBC Radio 4 news: “all cows are individuals…”
My fascination with the Beckham story is just escapism and avoidance about the world basically falling apart, isn’t it? Also the cow that can scratch itself.
