photo of a red shopping basket filled with turnips, under the headline: If you’re worried about food tariffs, adopt a frugal mindset and cook smarter Learn to shop for groceries like a thrifter and work on eliminating waste By Sheryl Julian Globe Correspondent,Updated April 7, 2025, 7:21 a.m. caption: The big question is, writes Sheryl Julian, are we expected to remove all the pleasures from the table and turn the nightly dinner into a feast of locally grown turnips (above) and leafy greens?Jessica Rinaldi/Globe Staff

you know things are going well when they break out the turnip photos

Oppidan track on F1 ad getting me hyped for racing again after Suzuka was… not exactly hype…

"On the night of the 2nd of March 2025, your actions were the antithesis of everything Paddington stands for."

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Had a panic attack on Thursday because I couldn’t put any weight through my leg again, and thought that my injury would never get better.

Turns out it was a nasty bit of tendonitis and 4 days of total rest has sorted it out.

A trimalleolar fracture really is the gift that keeps on giving.

Fashionably late is for cowards. Be avant-garde fuckin late. I’m talkin don’t-even-show-up levels of late.

Leaving work today a colleague said “happy Christmas,” at the same time as another said “happy holidays,” and without a beat I half-shouted “MERRY HOLIDAY,” and anyway that’s quite enough social interaction for the year

Screenshot of Monzo’s “year in review” feature, saying: your top place to eat was Pret. Why make a sandwich when someone else can do it for you?

Monzo absolutely bodying me with this

Just wrapped my office secret Santa gift with electrical tape in case you’re wondering how today’s going

schrödinger: *handing his daughter a box at christmas* open it honey

daughter: *already crying* daddy please no

Yet more terrible news

I’m zone 9 (which I didn’t even know was a thing until a few years ago) and it’s pretty Dante-esque

Beef jerky

Beef just having bad day

Beef sorry for taking it out on you

[passing the event horizon] this is neither the time nor the place

Woman who spent life masking autism to avoid attention now accused of faking autism for attention A late-discovered autistic woman who spent her whole life masking her autistic traits in order to avoid attracting attention has recently been accused of faking her autism diagnosis to obtain said att...

“There was nothing wrong with Becky before this so-called diagnosis. She seemed totally normal the one time I met her.”

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Bought James a mandoline for Christmas last year, and we’ve been too scared to use it because **sharp**. Finally used it last night to slice onions (and, as it turns out, James’ finger). Sorry hon.

ME: Hello Darkness, my old friend.

DARKNESS: We went out for wings *once*

The wonderful London Ambulance crew reset my dislocation, and got me into A&E, where the wonderful A&E crew popped a cast on me (excruciating). I was delightfully out of it. There’s video evidence of this, because I inexplicably thought it would be A Right Laugh to record myself. No idea why.

According to my friend, as soon as the ambulance arrived and I was given the /good stuff/, I became much calmer in one way, and MUCH WORSE in others: take from these screenshots what you will.

Massive appreciation too to the people - harried commuters and tourists alike - who stopped and comforted also. I’ll never forget the man who urged me to squeeze his hand as hard as I could, nor the woman who sat at my torso facing me so that I couldn’t see the state my leg and ankle was in.

Luckily I was with my oldest and best friend at the time, who is utterly EXCELLENT in an emergency, and who immediately jumped into action, phoning an ambulance and holding my leg up while I screamed.

…not so fine.

One moment everything is normal, and the next… things are very much /not/ normal. My foot - which was previously oriented normally, with toes pointing due north - is now looking very NOT-okay, with toes now facing south-south-west. My lower leg is at a startling 90 degree angle.

Picture the scene: it’s early evening in late May, I’ve just finished a long day’s work; running around the city, up and down stairs, lifting and carrying heavy boxes of documents, navigating old Court buildings, cobbled streets, curbs, potholes…

All fine.

Walking towards the tube? Flat surface?

I’m bored on the commute, and thought now might be a good time to “introduce myself” by telling the story of how I managed to take clumsiness to another level, tripping over my own feet and injuring myself to the extent that I spent a month in hospital, and had to learn to walk again.

Buckle up.

Hitchcock’s Rebecca is my absolute favourite. Joan Fontaine is just… perfection.