Same and it would be such a good start to a romcom.

You can have mine, it’s grief.

And minutes later I know what your starter word is, which says so much about you, as does mine about me.

Thank you Rabih.

I'm so happy to hear this, Pascale.

It ought to be plain/how little we gain/from getting excited and vexed/we'll always be late/for the previous train/and always in time for the next. Grook by Piet Hein, Danish polymath. You're welcome.

I love the dark. All this sunshine is good but... somehow sad too.

AI at the surgery - great until it's not A new way for the NHS to foul up patient communication

This is our life and the lives of so many -- whether or not you live with Parkinson's. Thank you @rorycj.bsky.social but I'm so sorry you are suffering through the frustration and chaos. AI at the surgery - great until it's not open.substack.com/pub/rorycell...

I so wish I could come. Wishing you the very best.

I've started Elizabeth von Armin's Enchanted April about faded women making a bid for freedom and joy before it's too late after years of entrapment in loveless oppressive marriages etc and all good, except, these women are the close to death age of - thirty-three.

I worked for Five Colleges Inc and truly it was. I’m so sad to hear this news.

Oh my gosh no. I was the fundraiser/grants manager for the Five College consortium in the 90s. We thought of Hampshire as our special offspring, designed to thrive through collaboration and innovation. What a loss.

Oh. How then?

Beyond. It's a place in Ireland (the pale). Sorry to be snitty, but you once picked on my favourite bookshop.

It couldn't last.

Love it. My friends are more gullible. I’ve seen a flock.

I read poetry every day -- maybe I read you. And every now and again something hits so hard, and I remember why. Here's one. www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56547/...

And now thanks to you I too know what it is. And bookishness triggers me even more than syrupy AI. The fetishisation of writing. It had to end badly.

damn it I knew it.

nagihan are you real

Did nobody tell you? Actually I think I said (or meant to say) they were the devil's work, not Shaytan himself. He has a workshop, where he makes chairs, and plastic seal wraps that don't tear off, and quad bikes.

Interesting. I hate chairs. They’re the devil’s work. Sofas sure. Beds. Floors. But not chairs.

An afternoon redeemed by a poem - thank you!

I call this Welsh weather. It reminds me of how close we always are to the sea to our west, even if we live inland, how the sea gets thrown over us so much.

A neurologist once made med students write down 3 things: somebody they love, something they look forward to, a skill they're proud of. Randomly she then tore up some of the bits of paper. That, she said, is what neurological diseases do. In a year of loss and cancellation, I think of this so much.

I once interviewed for a job at a fundementalist Christian college and had to write about my "faith". Oh they said, You seem to think religion is CULTURAL. They hired me anyway and I had a riot with the students.

Ah bless you. For me, day 4 with my husband back home after life saving and life changing surgery. A very long road ahead for both of us. This looks perfect for the weary evening hours.

to my shame have also been 3 x the bride, but I think this was my peak wedding moment.

Little girl in white dress with flowers.

Some of us were always the bridesmaid....

These are adorable, and not to sound like a poetry stalker or anything but having seen a pic of you as a grownup, they are also so..... you.