Emma

Today was a free electricity hours day (my meter still shows what I used,I just get a rebate.)
laundry+drying x 3, baked, cooked rice, ot water for a long bath, I'm doing the cooker hood filters in the dishwashed. Still not going to get over £4.50 for the day. I feel like I didn't try hard enough.

That time of year again

I've had a really helpful and efficient interaction with HMRC. And my online record has changed from "not paid enough" to "we are updating your record". Hurrah!

"Crap in, crap out" feels the easiest way to explain teaching AIs by dataset. We are getting the thinking of the most stupid humans thrown back at us.

Today's wins
a) made edible vegetable based cake
b) someone else in my block seems to have taken on getting dumped furniture removed
c) my very smallest pension has a free financial advisor service to help me manage the next little while!
d) Evri driver found my flat.
e) cinema trip later

Yay!

Just sorting my to read list. Intrigued by this one.

How much does it take me to give up trying to get service from Apple? Six very polite but disempowered advisers and 100 minutes.

Your safety comes first. Always.

do you want me to bring a flask????

How Much I Dislike the Daily Mail    I would rather  eat Quavers that are six weeks stale,  blow dry the man bun of Gareth Bale,  listen to the songs of Jimmy Nail,  than read one page of the Daily Mail.    If I was bored  in a waiting room in Perivale,  on a twelve-hour trip on Network Rail,  halfway through a circumnavigational sail,  I would not read the Daily Mail.    I would happily read  the autobiography of Dan Quayle,  1001 Things You Can Do With Kale,  selected scripts from Emmerdale, if it meant I didn’t have to read the Daily Mail.    Far better to  stand outside in a storm of hail,  scratch a blackboard with a fingernail,  be swallowed by a humpback whale,  than have to read the Daily Mail.    If I was blind   and it was the only thing in Braille,  I still would not read the Daily Mail.    Brian Bilston 

Today’s poem is called ‘How Much I Dislike the Daily Mail’.

All is well back home

The most important part of the journey.

Right Dinos. As you know me and Quackbeard are off on our travels. I cannot overemphasize this; when we get back, I expect there to be exactly the same number of ducks in this home as there are right now. So here’s a cookbook for ideas.

NO ROAST DUCK! Ok?

Brilliant news!

I'm sorry you are having such a stressful day :-/

Bit retro!

It was of its time… but the shrink wrap can stay on

I bought the boxset for I think £10 and yet it is still shrink wrapped.

And this is why I usually use laundry pods. Curse my attempt to reduce microplastics.

In a drawer. Got it. You can't have many of them?

Huge thanks to @ampage.bsky.social for inviting me out to join the sunshine and helping me get vitamin D and new badges. I’m quite impressed with myself and even more impressed that we made it back to the tearoom before they closed.

Today I managed second sleep and woke up at eleven. Feeling ten years younger.

I will never get over hotting up. HEATING! THE WORD IS RIGHT THERE!!!

No.

If you worked a substantive part-time job during the academic year, you should have your degree upgraded by one increment. 2:1 to 1st. 2:2 to 2:1, etc. This reflects the time handicap that your rich peers didn't suffer.

There is so much fuss in this about competitive sport which feels like a ridiculous thing to exist in the first place. Never understood it. There is enough division in life, why build an industry around more of it? Have everyone enjoying zumba together and remove the medals. Sorted.

"Speaking as a childless spinster" isn't quite carrying the same weight ...

it was an experience, but will not be a career :-) And now I need to work out what to do next!

close! it is my FINISHED college portfolio. AKA FREEDOM!!!