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Happy new Apple operating systems. My chosen watch face was rudely replaced with a different one with some crude number-shaped blobs of sputum, translucent like the window on the envelope containing your divorce papers. But then I rebooted my watch, what a sentence, and it went back to normal.
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I’ve been trying making hummus a bit. Someone wise once said you should always at-least-double the amount of garlic (and onions if applicable) when following a recipe, well I did and it was maybe a bit too much garlic.
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Some months ago, I was walking along a pavement when a man bicycling in the opposite direction held out his hand to signal that he was turning left, or was it to high-five me? I didn’t return the high five, but I wish I had, and I want to try it the next time I’m signalling left near some pedestrians.
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Sunday. To London on the early morning FlixBus coach. I could have paid an extra £4 to reserve the seat next to me, but I hadn’t, and after an hour it was occupied by a brazen manspreader. The driver drove exuberantly and was playing a too-short playlist of bad music too quietly.
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In London I found a blocked pub toilet. With no hesitation, I rolled up my sleeve and reached into the horrible water to unblock it just as I have before (seemingly always in London) but, for the first time, I was not successful. Not having a plunger or anything to hand, I left it and gave my hand and arm a thorough wash.
I knew I should buy something to make up for not having left the toilet in a better state than I’d found it – I promise I hadn’t caused the blockage, but I’d made it slightly more gross. But at the bar there was a queue, you know, a single-file line, which for some reason feels like a modern aberration in which I can’t bring myself to partake, but I daren’t rudely ignore the queue either.