Marching on

A new month has dawned. I celebrated by eating a very hot chicken chettinad, along with a tasty bhaji.

Of late I’ve been going down a 1990s and early 2000s musical memory lane. This reached fever pitch at Clare’s bedtime with a WhatsApp-based lyric game, and a few classics unearthed, such as this and this.

I then stayed up too late singing to, among others, Search for the Hero (Inside Yourself) by M People. In these situations I only have myself to blame for feeling tired the following day.

On my tod in the office today, a fluffy albatross chick and African wild dog surveyed me as I worked.