Tagged as “weeknotes”

In which everything stinks of shit

In which I start a new notebook and get talked back from declaring war on trees

In which there are birds, both alive and dead, as well as the stinky cat piss Cabbage Tree

In which I run, rescue a jackdaw, and revel in a teenage killing spree

In which the washing machine breaks down

In which I notice weather

In which I gain confidence and confiscate a starling

In which I boss work and overhear bird murder

In which I complete mandatory work training and observe the most epic goose. Not at the same time. Sadly.

In which I take stock of the garden

In which I, once more, curse Microsoft and tiptoe lightly through forget-me-nots

In which the clocks do that thing and crows enjoy the storm

In which I am not jealous

In which some things cannot be avoided forever

In which film goes missing and the Japanese win at stationery

In which I offer proof we made it through winter and celebrate birdsong

In which I get sick

In which I am aghast at the cost differences in LLMs

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In which I go to the library, get a cold, and indulge in shameless self-promotion

In which I try to convince my wife it's too early to do gardening

In which I am internet popular and survived a week of work

In which I promise to do better

In which I seriously consider writing my own CMS

Weather talk in The Betwixtmas

In which I turn into my dad

In which I get sick

In which I am startled awake and become an “AI Champ” (unrelated)

In which I win a couple of trophies, work very hard, and learn about a local celebrity

In which I go for a walk and excel in a workshop

In which I lament the lack of snow, set up a local server, and prep for an important workshop

In which it's a bit blowy

In which I yammer about the moon, bats, and a broken camera

In which I see the stars and revisit 2015 for some email best practice documentation.

In which I hear a pheasant and engage in the Sisyphean task of raking leaves

In which I appreciate the most autumnal of weeks and we leave our old office

In which I bin a fortnight's worth of work, fail to photograph the moon, and curse the woods

In which I discuss the weather and the seasons and the birds

In which I appreciate my senses

In which I come home (just)

In which I curse Microsoft

In which I hear cute birds, write codez, and watch Davina McCall

In which I peep on horny pigeons and engage in other unhinged behaviour

Birds and work and missing women

In which I hear a new bird and find a new book

In which I get pooped on

Pitchlandia™

In which I'm useful at work, grow beans, and start planning my personal book tracker

In which I drink tea, get compliments, and stretch my lower back

In which I achieve my employment high score and enjoy being in the garden

In which I harvest vegetables and learn about neuroscience.

Reflecting on 104 weekly reflections

In which I'm hot, old, and grateful

In which I talk kestrels and cameras, lightning and literature

In which I boss work and dance in the rain

In which I wallow in the sound of bells and the smell of piss

In which I enjoy work and face the awful Cabbage Tree

In which I observe birds, singers, and data

In which I wax lyrical about gardening and PowerPoint. Except not PowerPoint.

In which I have a nice time with my wife and discover vampirates.

In which I wax lyrical about family photographs and e-book management

In which I have an unexpected surprise while gardening and write guidance documentation

In which I discuss the plants and animals in and around my garden

In which we visit Chester, listen to birds, and tidy the garden

In which I offer proof we've made it through winter

In which I do good work

In which I write code, install software, and touch grass

In which I get poetic about daylight and bought new glasses

In which I heard lovely things

In which I was sick, happy with work, and found some lovely ambient music

In which I make a café finder, learn things, and reminisce.

In which I think about goals, targets, and statistics

Black metal, sad coffee, and juggling!

In which I tweak my site's theme again

Danceable mosh glitch, Love Island, and not hating on Apple products

Snow, snow, and gothic superstars

The one with the snow that wasn't

Definitely weaknotes this week

In which I save Christmas

Owl, Eeyore, and being robbed at the awards

Mostly about trees. Mostly.

Release the Bublé!!!

Snow! Actual snow!

Foggy walks and Irish horses

Problematic 90's TV, fireworks, and broken cameras

Halloween, road trip, fog, and ramen.

Disease, faeces, and the glory of god. No, really!

A shed load of new music, terrible weather, and family visits

Geese and disaster (unrelated)

Ultramax and autumnal music

Secret waterfalls and sad hats

Is there anything more British than talking about the weather?

The Red Creep™ and other stories

A nice quiet week chilling out in North Wales.

New music in a quiet week

Sunsets and powercuts

The Charles and Diana of our time, Australian metalcore, and more…!

New follows, old projects, Ad Infinitum

New music, new books, and old cars

Kydia, old rivalries, and those bloody crows

New music, new words, new flowers, new birds

Fonts, running, steam engines, and alternative uses for ground cinnamon

First weeknotes under a Labour government

Not running and other nopes

Welome to my gardening blog

Crows, new singles, and crime-solving sheep

Islands of love, dreams of Delphi, and cutting of hair

Knitwear, bats, and gardening update

The Three R's — rain, reading, and wrens

Camera trouble, French funk, and making full use of the garden.

Community, gardening, and the greatest song contest ever.

New flowers and old television

Cover versions, onboarding, and light aircraft

Native wild flowers, mice, and lush pop music

A busy week at work and some cool new music

Hello Oriental, Storm Kathleen, and Bank Holiday

DIY and photography confidence

Back to work, identifying birds, and deadly Irish music.

Moving house and not chasing followers

A new hope, web tinkering, and that Christmas feeling

I have been so busy

Gingerbread lattes, claymation, and the intoxicating combination of alcohol and throwing sharp objects

Photography in the rain, Mancunian punk, and a gorgeous keyboard

A good week at work, the Grammys are garbage, and yay for the IndieWeb!

Garlic sauce, carbon calculators, and Matthew McConaughey

Photography, weather, and the most joyous music video ever.

Ageing gracefully, reflections, and bloody PowerApps.

Re-learning photography, Irish punk music, and nightmare plushies

A slow start to the year

The Betwixtmas

Cursing Microsoft and eating New York pizza

Pretty much just music and Christmas

Train strikes, Christmas films, and deciding to simply not.

Long hair, Christmas films, and flu jabs

Controversial landmarks, Faroese atmospheric doom, and how I feel about Leon coffee

This has been an emotionally draining week.

Awards, Surviving Paradise, and good feedback.

COVID

Concept art, unsatisfied itches, and spicy assholes. Thankfully not related.

Crosses, Dribbble, and chaotic academia

Schadenfreude, Spline, and Svelte

Last gardening day, UTM parameters, and a wall of music

Baby turtles, vegetarian curry, and soul crushing embarrassment.

New coffee, old memories, and impending sweater weather

Rubber ducks, pianos, and Pot Noodles

Temperature, temperature, and temperature

North Wales, trepidation, and obscene sandwiches

I hate technology but I like breakfast

Internet fame and chiasmus

Meat-free hot dogs, photography, and existential crisis of ethics (not mine).

Is it still a Balloon Fiesta if there are no balloons?

From the destroyer of worlds to wholesome local fun, here is what happened this week

Pizza, icebreakers, and parents — oh my!

Sugarless coffee and graphic design

From the dizzying heights of a reduced electric bill to the soul crushing lows of getting a cold, it's my last week in review!

My first weeknote. Let's see how long this lasts!