Dog’s first walk in four weeks. I dare not let her off the lead.

I’ve had a weekend of painting & cleaning- including places I seldom go. I now realise where Golding got his idea for Lord of the Flies: a grim natural order emerging from the familiar. It wasn’t schools mimicking adult life, it was from a family bathroom left to two teenage boys

I'm looking pretty hot.

Damnit, I may have to go back home for a visit. Good bye old friend, I promise to hide your replacement better; may it have a longer life.

I see that it is “Happy Omnisexual Awareness Day” to all who celebrate. (I think it has something to do with reasonable men on buses in south London. Hard to tell, to be honest.)

Sad pup continues to have a sad week.

The BBC show Death In Paradise needs a spin-off that follows the trials and the testing of the insanely speculative and convoluted evidence. They could maybe set it in the Privy Council and just have a succession of quashed convictions by increasingly bemused irascible judges.

“And now over to Moscow on the Wold to hear from the returning officer for Greater Russia.”

Poorly dog has been snuck into work, as she was too lonely and sad at home.

My poorly dog is glad to see me and too sad to move.

I think I have found one thing worse than the porn spam bots and their fake engagement: potentially targeted adverts for a terrible person and his terrible views.

Musk seems hell-bent on making this hell-hole worse.

I have a very sad Lab.

The moment every parent fears: finding questionable literature in a teenage son’s bedroom; literature that might lead him astray.

Idle hands strike again.

Idle hands etc.

I may have broken my dog today.

“I hear you’ve lost a nuclear missile? Well something just smashed into my bloody nest and it’s got your flag on it, mate.”

Quote tweeting with “art” I am proud of.