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11.24 – 11.30
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Sun Nov 30 2025 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)
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Life

The autumn budget was announced with the confirmation that they’re going to fully scrap the two child limit on universal credit. Σσ has been fighting tooth and nail for this for years and it’s finally done with what is objectively the only sane result. I think it’s going to take her quite a long time to recover from specifically the last few weeks, and probably the preceding years too.

Αα got more upper-respiratory problems :heavy-sigh:.

Ηη puked all over himself in his sleep (which made me feel slightly bad since I thought he was hamming up his tummy ache ever since I’d picked him up from school).

We caught up with Si and Lou for a pint in a slightly-too-noisy pub on Saturday. I think we might need to rig up some sort of dual headphone situation for the kids to make the iPad do a job in more challenging acoustic scenarios.

We had a massive failure at junior parkrun – Ηη spotted Αα and Σσ at the first corner, cut sharp right across the other runners, and promptly got flattened by a big kid. Cue infinite wailing. Aborted.

I took Ηη to a total sausagefest of a sixth birthday party on Sunday. The mum said ‘[birthday boy] said he wanted only boys, and how could I tell him no?’. Surely you just say, ‘no’? I bit my tongue, but there aren’t going to be any single-gender birthday parties round our way no matter what the kids think they want. The entertainment at the party was for the kids to be introduced to a series of small animals, none of which seemed in the least bit scary and all of which Ηη wanted fuck all to do with. I was slightly surprised when he told me he would be ok if I went away, but because it was billed as a ‘drop-off’ party I duly obliged. I’d been home less than a minute when the birthday boy’s dad called me back because Ηη was scared. He sure does plough his own furrow, and for that I should maybe be more grateful, but I’d love it if he could toughen up just a shade.

TIL

  • The French word for paperclip is ‘trombone’

Running

My ankle still isn’t great. I managed a ‘long tempo’ session which called for 3 x 20 minutes at marathon pace with 3 minutes easy between the sets. I finished it, fairly exhausted, and was feeling happy to have completed it, but then realised that I’ll need to do that three times back-to-back, and without any of the 3 minute easy bits. That realisation crushed my spirit.