06.26 – 07.02
Sun Jul 02 2023 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)
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I felt the darkness creeping in when the designs shifted again and I was struggling to see a sane way through. But (as is invariably the case) just spending some time talking about it shone a light on the sensible path. I’m grateful to my colleagues who are better at initiating such conversations when my default setting is to put my headphones on and see if I can blindly hammer it to bits. I know I do this. I should get better at not doing this. This isn’t the first time I’ve had this thought. It won’t be the last.


Mercifully got away with root canal pretty much pain free. Heard the dentist mention ‘Fuji nine’ which gave me some mid-tier lols.

Moved house. Fuuuuuuuuuuck me that was stressful. Still is. We’d been told we couldn’t move in till later in the day because the person selling it to us was getting it cleaned. It wasn’t cleaned. It was (and at time of writing still very much is) a manky tip. There’s a broken window. Toilet looks like something out of Trainspotting. Estate agent lies to house-buyer shocker — HOLD THE FRONT PAGE.

It’s overwhelming thinking about how much we need to get done and how on earth we’re going to be able to do it all. We’ve had a few wobbles over the last few days but just about managing to keep sight of the long game. It’s tempting to go down a we’ve-made-a-terrible-mistake spiral of despair, but hopefully we’ve given those waters a wide berth.

Thanks goodness for Bae’s sister – Aunty Kika – coming to help out with the kids. We would have been lost without her. She’d originally agreed to come and look after them so that we could go to see Pulp play Finsbury Park, but got more than she bargained for when the completion date was set for the same weekend.

Pulp was special. I got a bit emotional – it was quite moving in its own right, but I guess it was also a safety valve for the week’s (and the rest’s) burgeoning collection of life stressors.

I’m sure lots of other stuff happened this week but as a result I took my eye off the ball in terms of writing any of it down.


Not a vintage week.

pencil sketch of a baby sucking her thumb pencil sketch of a baby sucking her thumb
Thumb sucker





Tuesday Ally Pally (I think, might’ve been Swain’s though – feels like a lifetime ago). Wednesday trot around Regent’s. Thursday hills. Sunday hills. Felt pretty rubbish for all of it.