A lightbulb moment

The clouds hardly broke today. Apart from a brief flirtation with blue skies mid afternoon, they maintained a solid defence against anything that might even resemble a ray of sunshine or a glimmer of hope. It was a flat pack day, a recycled cardboard in the rain day, a day when the media was full of stories about Trump’s evil plan for a comeback in 2024, and the miserable failure of COP26. With hindsight it was the wrong time to get hooked on Apple TV’s “Invasion” which is an unremittingly grim (but compelling) tale of ordinary folk experiencing the worst kind of First Contact - death, high winds, fuzzy television screens, scary big aliens and (worst of all) a complete failure of the mobile phone network. I mean, when you can’t even share your stories of the end of the world on WhatsApp, what’s left to live for?

I did a couple of hours work in the morning. There’s just too much to fit into a three day working week at the moment. I also found time to install a new wall light (the vintage kind as you can see from my blip) and we spent ages in the Bookshop drinking coffee and speaking to the insurance company about a new mobile phone for TSM (hers got smashed up yesterday when Dylan knocked a jar of nutritional yeast off a shelf and it landed on her iPhone). We also had a lovely long video call with Strider this evening, who is very happy on all fronts. Lovely to see him feeling so good.

TSM made the most wonderful cauliflower and ginger soup tonight. Perfect winter’s day fare…