Simon Callan

I’ve always assumed the first, but now I think about it, the second option seems to fit better.

Just had my brain screech to a halt, as it misread a menu as “children free”, instead of gluten free.

7 o’clock on Valentine’s Day, and the “celebrate your romance“ displays are being replaced by Indian curry.

The cat has a bad case of “if I keep checking, the rain has to stop outside one door.”

Our cat has at least five different watering spots, most of which are just random rain buckets, that she regularly samples.
For some reason, I just visualised her as a Dowager Duchess who visits Bath to take the waters.

Nearly stole the wrong taxi. Not my fault, the license plate matched to 3 of the four letters I was using to check it with my taxi.
It doesn’t appear that I’m not a Trevor

You can tell it’s Christmas holiday Friday. 9:30 and there are still teaspoons in the kitchen.

It ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones. However, it is a sin to throw away books.

I’m sure I’m extrapolating from insufficient data, but winter seems to be the wrong time to be redoing your roof.

I’ve never really been sure whether caffeine has any effect on me, whether I’ve had so much that I’m now immune to its effects, but I still have my daily coffee.

Christmas is coming. One of those “Christmas only“ stores is in the process of setting itself up in Redhill.

My therapist has fixed her front garden gate. It was previously practically falling apart and required several moments of thought to actually open and close.
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to cope with the shock.

It looks like tomorrow is going to be a very expensive day. I have a new bike to collect, and I have to pay off the rest of it.

After months of almost literal terror, I’m going to have a new bike in about two weeks time.
It’s oddly hard trying to buy some things, just takes so much mental effort.

Just got assaulted by a leaf. 1HP of damage to right ear.

Nearly got brained to by a tree yesterday. One of the ones that produce lots of acorns, and it chose to drop a whole shedload as I walked under it.
A sudden clattering around, and a new layer appears on the ground.

The therapist got me talking about my dad, and life back in Cambridge. I’m now missing my dad, and the sausage rolls.

I’m in danger. I’m standing under a tree, and it’s started to drop lots of nuts. I nearly got brained by one of them.

Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow I shave.

Typical. I just get back from a holiday, and the cats first reaction is to say “feed me”.

If you ever find yourself in Brockenhurst in the new forest, the Britannia Thai does the best green curry, I think I’ve ever tasted

What is it about Scotch eggs and pork pies that keeps me coming back to eating them? They’re not really that interesting.

I don’t think I’m ever going to get to the point where I enjoy going to the gym, but it has cut to the point where there is a certain amount of satisfaction and having done it.

So fucking tired. No idea whether it’s the heat, general frustration, appalling sleep hygiene or whatever, I am so fucking tired.
Thank fuck I have my holiday.

I can haz holiday.
I’m having five days in the new forest, walking and cycling around and having posh meals in restaurants.

Not a good day. Totally brain-dead, and I wanna go to sleep.

Now to get password reset working on the con website. It keeps saying the link expired / is used, and request a new one.

And I remembered it this time.

It’s slightly disturbing to discover that you and your coworkers have a sort of generational trauma about management.

Bugger. Totally missed that it was today.