A friend we’d only ever met online was appearing in an outdoor performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, playing a cross-gendered Bottom. So, in a first outing to any sort of event in a post Covid world, Heather, Faith and I made the journey to Polesden Lacey to see Emma Love’s Bottom!
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Emma Hayes is everything a co-commentator should be. Knows her players (and stats) and insightful commentary about what’s happening on the pitch, simply explained. So much better than those ex-pros stating the bloody obvious.
It may be a year late, but flag is up, wall chart is on the wall, ready for kick-off. Come on England! #Euro2020 #England
All that queuing and then someone jabs a needle in your arm! What is the world coming to.
A couple of years ago, we had some daffodils in the house, complete bulbs that is, which grew and were lovely. We put the bulbs away in some soil in the hope they would return. They did nothing last year though, and we thought they were doing nothing this year—to the point that we were getting ready to just throw them. However, one of them then produced a little shoot, which has been growing strong, and was joined by a second bulb after a few days. For some reason I’ve been measuring1,2 them a few times per day, tracking their growth!
Edit: Finished: I gave up measuring once they really began wilting. The tips were brown and it was increasingly difficult to measure things. Interesting to see the relatively quick growth at the beginning tapering off to a maximum height. Hopefully there’ll be something to measure next year too!
I’m beginning to think the idea of responsibility has become very disconnected from the concept of consequences in this country…
This year’s christmas cake offering
Not bad for a handheld shot on my phone