I'm a 👫 husband, 🧒🏻 dad & 🐕 dog-owner, living in Yorkshire, the greatest county in England. I enjoy ⛰️ long walks, 📚 books, 🏛️ history, 💻 tech, ☕ cold tea (milk first, please), wrangling spreadsheets, and occasionally some 🧰 DIY.
This site is my home on the internet. It's a collection of 60 blog posts, 22 links and an immeasurable amount of real work avoided.
A week off from work is on the horizon, then I’m only back for four days and then off for a week again. I love the summer holidays. For three days next week we’ll be living under cover of canvas in a field deep in the Peak District.
We had to visit our local A&E department this week as our youngest decided to exit her bunk bed by way of jumping and landing on her elbow instead of her feet. It’s a unique approach, but not entirely successful. There were many tears. Ever the optimist, I suggested it was a just a sprain and dosed her up on paracetamol. E suggested more caution so we headed off to A&E. She was right, of course. An x-ray showed that she’s fractured and dislocated her right elbow.
It was after 9pm when we arrived at the A&E department, which despite the hour was filled with afflicted children and dyspeptic parents. We were told that there was only one doctor on shift and to expect a wait, but we were triaged, x-rayed, treated and on our way back home within the space of two hours. We forget about the NHS until we need it, but when we do we are reminded at how utterly brilliant it is.
The price of my hosting is creeping up, rising from £4.27 in May to £5.47 this month. The host hasn’t changed their prices, it’s the result of the terrible performance of Sterling against the Euro.
From around the Web:
An aqaintance that works in one of the old council offices near me complained that their office had reached 34°c during the last short heatwave. As climate change takes hold we’re going to have to start constructing our buildings differently. This habitat prototype is inspired by a proposal for for habitats on Mars and is built using a new material that is more durable than concrete & recyclable. It’s better looking than a stack of bricks and slate too.
I have spent an unconscionable amount of time reading toilet-guru.com. I love websites like this.
I’ve redesigned this website with the aim of going ‘back to basics’ so it’s mainly plain HTML and only a small amount of CSS. I have limited design skills, but to my eyes it it looks clean. I’ll resist the urge to tinker with the design any further because I know in my heart of hearts that I’m only did it to avoid the other stuff on my todo list.
We finished watching the second series of Killing Eve. It was very good, but perhaps not as good as the first series. I’ll watch the third if they make one.
I’m out of words for this week, but I prefer to end on an even number - in much the same way as I can’t stop filling my car with fuel until the total is a round number. It’s nearly August. Can you believe it?
Earlier this week my youngest daughter complained to me that she had ‘fizzy feet’, by which meant she had ‘pins and needles’. One of the interesting things about being a child is that you sometimes have to create new words for things if you haven’t yet learned the correct one - and sometimes they are better than the real one.
Having finished Micro Adventures by Alistair Humphries I now desperately want to go camping. I used to go camping all the time; usually with a tent and some home comforts but NEVER on a campsite, so wild-camping isn’t new to me - but Alistair feels strongly that a tent is just a more rubbish version of being indoors, so I’m on the lookout for a bivvy bag to see if he is right.
When travelling through York I passed a Chinese takeaway called ‘Hot Winds’. This is either a really terrible name or a really brilliant one. I can’t decide.
I have a love hate relationship with podcasts. I can go months without listening to one and then I’ll find something I really like and binge listen. This week I listened to ‘Who the Hell is Hamish?’ from The Australian newspaper. It was grand.
One of the good things about these ‘week notes’ is that no one really cares if you’re a couple of days late.
However your week has gone, it’s been better than this guys:
Fifty thousand people have signed up to a ‘joke’ Facebook event with the aim of mass-storming Area 51. I’m worried that a proportion of these people are not joking.
I’m still shocked at how much I have been spending on food. I weighed myself on Monday to cement the general feeling I have of disappointment with myself.
We’re in that phase of the year where we have not yet acclimatised to the weather, so we spend a good portion of our time complaining that it’s too hot, too dry and that spring was too short. We spent the preceding six months complaining that it was too cold, too wet and that winter was too long. If we’re not talking about Brexit, we’re talking about the weather.
I really like the North American word ‘hike’. I don’t think we have an equivalent in British English. We use ‘walk’ to define any length of journey by foot. It could equally mean a quick walk to the shops, or a walk from Lands End to John o’ Groats. A hike sounds like a proper walk. Hills climbed. Energy expended. Maps read. Like the one so beautifully described this week by Neil Steinberg. A walk is just a.. walk.
I have little else to say this week - except please don’t go on any unnecessary journeys to top-secret military bases.
My daughter stood on the scales and asked if the displayed figure was the weight of her whole body or just her feet, which is a reasonable question really.
I can hear my backup disks writing data when I wake up in a morning. You can’t do that with SSDs.
There was a lot of lot of garden maintenance this week.
I discovered that my bank can show me the total I have spent at a retailer - thus this role of shame from the past eleven months:
£359.55 at Greggs
£70.73 at Cooplands Bakers
£707.99 at Amazon (to which my daughter exclaimed ‘think of all the stuff you could have bought with that!’ and all I could think of was the stuff on my Amazon Wishlist)
£166.60 at McDonalds
We had family round for lunch at the weekend. I cooked roast beef for six people and it wasn’t a complete disaster.
I’m in an XMPP chat room where one of the young participants is doing an ad-hoc trip around Europe. Someone asked where he was at and the response was ‘Cycling to Denmark’. We all accepted this as a perfectly normal thing. The internet is sometimes a wonderful place.