Thank you! Hope you’re doing okay.

Mother Shipton from 'Folkish' by Kym Deyn She won't come when you call, but got married once. Someone loved her a little, her mother named her for a patch of stars. Let's say she was flesh and blood. Her bones ached the way mine do. She hated her hometown and her visions came like ripples in a pond. Left for the city, upset a bishop or two. Her life was one strange patch of weather, thunder-storm she never left. She walked knowing to her own death, skipped the pyre like a champ. Her soul is as fine as any saint's, you could pray to it. If she's as good as they say, she'll see you from all the way back there.

Mother Shipton is a famed prophet, said to have been born in a cave just outside of the town of Knaresborough.

"Her soul is as fine as any saint's, you could pray to it.
If she's as good as they say, she'll see you from
all the way back there."

- Kym Deyn

Oh, I love this!

And then kneels on some Lego.

And by the way, I liked that. That was a lovely encounter and I enjoyed her straightforward approach.

Also, while it would have been rude *anyway*, I was wearing headgear that is so obviously chemo-coded that I’d just had a lovely chat with a woman on a bench who asked me straight out if I had cancer and how I was doing.

Incidentally it’s usual practice to stay in a queue till the tills are actually free so maybe he’s never been shopping or interacted with other humans before?

Obviously it’s nice if you can clear your own basket but if you’ve got two bags of shopping it’s perfectly acceptable to leave it at the till, isn’t? He could have put his in mine. Staff normally clear them. I literally had my hands full. It was the way he just said “basket!” and shoved it at me.

Just encountered the world’s rudest man in Marky Sparks food.

Stood right behind me huffing as I slowly packed two bags with neuropathic fingers.

Then beckoned me back & shoved my empty basket at me, telling me to clear it away.

Hope his card gets declined.

I think we tend to get attached to the one we saw first!

No, the recent one. I loved it as telly.

I feel the need to stress that I can actually do cryptic crosswords properly, when I’m in the mood, so I still don’t know why I did this.

Crossword grid filled in with nonsense words such as CESTILOVE and BROONY

My Facebook memories have reminded me of the day many years ago when I nearly pissed myself laughing on the train filling in the Evening Standard cryptic crossword à la Reggie Perrin.

I should read it. I loved the BBC dramatisation back in the day. I seem to remember romance kindling during a difficult calving, which is always a favourite.

Maybe I’ve been off sick for too long… 😀

Obviously I could get up now instead of playing on the phone but I haven’t got to Queen Bee yet. My entire morning routine is now ruined.

I’m meeting a friend for a chazza rummage after her eyebrow tint test, and her appointment’s just been moved forward to 9.30.

Other than hospital appointments, I haven’t been up & dressed till 10am in months.

This feels unnecessarily stressful.

You were missed! (Actually I didn’t noticed but I would have, eventually.)

I mean, thank you, but I am neither optimism nor pessimistic as I view both as equally pointless.

I’m a bit late to watching #universitychallenge but I see Amol is wearing his dressing gown.

Well done, Diane. Amazing scenes. #mastermind

Me doing the Kate Winslet thing on a disappointing model of Titanic.

Here I am, very much not on the Mastermind final a couple of years ago but making the most of my time in Belfast.

Not wanting to reveal secrets or anything, but I got to visit the Titanic thing I guess, so it was worthwhile mugging up on Miss Marple.

Humblebrag.

As we watch the #Mastermind final, spare a thought for the two spare contestants who’ve revised a third subject and are sitting in their hotel room in Belfast just in case until they’re stood down at lunchtime.

Just re-read her response and it seems she thought that her comment would somehow persuade other people to give me positive feedback to cheer me on my way so that I would smile in my next photo. I remain baffled. Fake positivity is the absolute worst thing in humanity.

June 2024 - Girl Selling Flowers by Desmond Morris Discover Museum & Art Swindon's June Item of the Month. This month we are highlighting the brilliant painting 'Girl Selling Flowers' 1946 by Desmond Morris. Learn about the fascinating history of this...

RIP Desmond Morris.

I love the fact that he and the future Diana Dors were each other's first boyfriend / girlfriend when they were teenagers in Swindon. Here's his painting of the then Diana Fluck he did aged 18.

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😆

I do miss Only Connect though.

It was a photo I’d posted rather than my profile pic. She was trying - clumsily - to say “I hope you get lots of messages of support so that you can smile in your next photo.” I think.