Drinking a glass of Côtes de Provence, South London style, as I make salad for dinner.

Why do they sell luggage at airports?

Boots waterproof sticky plasters: the fabric is certainly waterproof. Pity the sticky isn’t.

The water of the dock is bright green. It feels kind of slippery on the run, but it's giving me maybe 15cm of wing lift, and that is getting me across the dock rather than falling short. Okay, bam, splash: optimistic!

I have an Apple Watch Something Superlative Pro. It’s the most glitchy and unreliable device I have ever owned.

Watching planes land at London City Airport. Modern jets are quieter than you’d think. They wobble alarmingly as they approach.

They always drop you in like it's the 1990s.

Local council and mayoral elections here today. I’ve figured out which councillors I’ll support, but not which mayoral candidate. Not like me - but the mayoral campaigns have been poisoned by brutal misogyny. Not something I vote for.

I am making Nonna Folchia's tasty ciambotta.

Life. Who gives out the manual? Fuck! Is there an emoji for "actionable love"?

On the Mildmay Line and the PA is making every announcement in a loop gradually slowing down like HAL in the Daisy scene in 2001.

Here we go folks. East London. 8 April. Clear skies. 25 degrees.

They drained Albion channel!

The lesson today is, between principles and popcorn there is an internal enquiry.

Happy New Friday!

What do the members of the fascist international get out of it? How does fascintern define "winning"?

Tonight it's 4C and it's too cold for the wing-pack: the lubricants are too viscous for a proper flap. Particularly when my left shoulder hasn't recovered from the last crash.

Today it's gone from lovely spring morning to 18C in March.

Another 5 star lunch at Marcella in Deptford. Great service too despite the restaurant being busy for Mothering Sunday.

What happened to enlightened self-interest?

Hello boys. Half the electorate in Newham is women.

So, when Claude targeted a girls’ school, that was a hallucination?

Going in circles this morning.

Britain: a country where managed decline is too aspirational.

The AI is absolutely whack on intelligence and life. Maddest conversation I've had with autocorrect for some time.

Why is Matter commissioning so broken?

This morning I was glad to be woken from my dreams

Will Peter Mandelson be joining Reform next?

I mean, is it so difficult for government to govern in the interests of the electorate rather than on behalf of the rentier plutocracy? There's no harm in trying, right?

My new year resolutions are never serious, but this year one was. I broke it already and I feel a little sad.

As you celebrate new year, remember the commensal pigeons and other birds who are very, very frightened by the flash and banging of fireworks.

Fights break out in supermarkets across East London on day one of the great mascarpone famine.

Okay, the numbers are in, and there's no chance now of moving the needle: this year, an average of 11km a day walking or running.

Lovely lunch at my Sister’s. Great food and a good time had by all.

My oven crashed. Fuck.

Lovely lunch at Marcella in Deptford this afternoon. Great restaurant and great company.

Apple Music is forcing some Rolling Stones/Fatboy Slim mashup on me. LOL, no!

Broke another pair of reading glasses this evening. Maybe black frames are not the best bet for something you can't see very well and can accidentally sit on!

Robb Knight at echofeed.app is a good egg - and echofeed.app is worth your attention.

Dark kitchen cabinet day today. I feel grubby - but it's exciting.

Another lovely lunch at Marcella in Deptford this afternoon. Apart from family, it's one of the few reasons to go sarf of the river.

Friends and family will tell you I'm no wine buff, but Waitrose #1 Primitivo di Manduria Riserva is a lovely wine that goes down all too easily.

I never have the patience for slow-cooking onions

The fireworks have eased off a bit with the heavier rain. But the local pigeons have been left very unsettled.

Fuck is it ever hard practising water-running when it's cold and gets dark early. I am soaked, freezing and shivery, and I feel like utter crap. I don't want to see the wing-pack ever again, forget about wearing it on my aching shoulders.

M&S pink oishi tomatoes, now two for the price of three.

I hate it when the shunt goes in.

I'm trying not to sneeze!

Crows, parakeets, coots, jets and moorhens: I am walking up the Lea.

This was the last line of an official broadcast email I received this afternoon: "Let me know if any concerns with the wording if not can we issue this afternoon please". Fridays, eh?

It’s like the designers of the newer Overground trains never took a commuter train in their life.

Peter Kyle pandering to the hard right. Vile.

M&S vegan "cheddar" slices are (unsurprisingly, I suppose) utterly disgusting.

Left my specs and Kindle at work.

I have three different varieties of dried flaked chillies for cooking and I’m not yet in Islington.

Not only is it wet this morning. Not only did I miss my train and have a long wait for the next. But the next train is one of the newer ones without the leaning corners.

Another day, another reminder: never rely on the Mildmay Line

Saw a collared dove on Hands Walk this morning

Excellent long lunch in Marcella this afternoon. Great food. Friendly staff.

I’m back on Trantor in the rain.

On a windy day you can often seen pigeons using gusts to hover. Today, the pigeons were using the wind to fly backwards. They weren't being caught by the wind unawares. They looked back over their shoulder before the wind gusted.

Good to know that criminal use of nuclear weapons will always be disclosed on a DBS certificate.

Never rely on the Mildmay Line.

Today is national jackass day

Saw a rubber duck on the Lea this afternoon. It was quacking quite convincingly as it headed down stream.

What on Earth is up with the Mildmay Line?

Heading to Naples.

Another good lunch at Marcella Deptford. The preserved lemon martinis weren’t half bad either.

Safely back on the floodplains of East London

All the clocks are wrong.

Astonishing. I’m walking up a hill

#LondonForEveryone - just not on time.

Went to see the movie Black Bag this evening so you don’t have to. Thank me later. I was in great company and had a good time. It’s not always what you see: it’s who you’re with.

It’s a mild night but not the 40C displayed on the sign of the local pharmacy

Not a cloud in the sky!

Arrived early at a restaurant for dinner with friends. Early is something I try not to do. Nice selection of cocktails though. Cheers!

It’s Sakura season in Canning Town

I love architects. Crazy, fluffy people in their statement glasses. They have never lived even a minute in the real world

Very tasty lunch at the newly-opened Din Tai Fung in Canary Wharf.

Why does Rachel Reeves believe that a wealthy oligarchy who made out like bandits during the last 15 years of austerity and runaway inequality have any interest in a change in the status quo or “growth” that might benefit the rest of us?

I wonder whether smartphones encourage narcissism or simply shine a spotlight on it.

Nearly every day now my commute is a farrago of delays, cancellations, closures and failures made worse by the number of TFL service users who lack understanding, experience or compassion.

Somehow I'd missed - hilarious.

A lot of folks wearing a Stetson in Hackney tonight. Not something that you see often.

Glitch in the Matrix on the walk into work this morning

Glitch in the Matrix on the walk into work this morning

We broke our pledge to grow the economy faster than the rest of the G7. But at least we didn’t break our fiscal rules.

Labour party apparatchiks quitting X is like Angelenos grokking climate change.

There is always a jackass

Up very early this morning.

Last night’s magical snow has turned into grey drizzle. Order is restored in East London

First day back and of course the Jubilee Line isn’t working past Waterloo. TFL: transport that fails London

New year fireworks. It’s never a good start to the year for the pigeons cowering on the balcony. Hang in there pigeons. Happy new year!

Outstanding Christmas lunch at Marcella this afternoon.

Back on the DLR as the Elizabeth Line is still not working

Of course the Elizabeth Line isn’t running.

It’s snowing in E16

Interesting and unexpected afternoon.

Holy hell! My phone just predicted my post exactly

Not liking these new Overground trains without the leaning niches

Frecciarossa from Naples running half an hour late.

Mrs Moorhen lightning interview: Favourite Abba album? Arrival.

Resisting the temptation to get potty-mouthed about British politics

I upgraded my dishwasher firmware. Welcome to the mid 2020s.

Marks and Spencer’s Crossrail Place, London’s cheapest, has closed today.

TFL aces it this morning. Jubilee line suspended as I arrive at the station. 8.06 from Stratford cancelled as I get there.

You don’t make the economy grow by making the the poor poorer.

I'm looking for something on the internet. I've not found it yet.

Centrism: populism for the professional and managerial class

90s music is killing me

Of course the Elizabeth Line isn’t running

I’m in the only part of Newham where the adjacent Tower Hamlets lies to the east.

I suspect Wes “It’s not fit for purpose” Streeting is a terrible boss.

Hey Siri, what's a moorhen? It's 23:29.

Microsoft are quarantining emails from LinkedIn. Finally!

It is generally easy to imagine replacing a job with AI where you have little understanding of what the job-holder does.

British Airways never knowingly flies from or to Naples on time.

Spotted an imperial crow!

Everyone over the age of 50 on the plane was wearing an Apple Watch.

En route to Naples. The airport is busy this morning

I had to turn off my "send nothing" settings and "delete everything from LinkedIn" filters for a work project. OMG, what a torrent of spew LinkedIn spams into my mailbox. How is this useful for anyone?

Overground delayed as usual so I popped into Cafe Nero at Stratford Station for a double espresso. The coffee is worse than the overcrowded train.

Bird down. A little squab, no more than a day or two old, has died on the balcony in the cold snap.

Overground cancelled. Again. This always leads to a great commuting experience. In return for being late for work you get the privilege of travelling nose to armpit on an overstuffed train.

I’m oscillating between two parallel universes, each practically indistinguishable from the other. Except in one, this one, the toilet seats are lower.

Just saved money booking a hotel on my iPad mini where it was £100 cheaper than on my Mac. Insane!

A shopper in Sainsbury's this evening checked out her shop then headed to the food bank drop-off to help herself to a box of tea and a bag of rice.

Waking up slowly this morning

Bagged-salad connoisseur and all-round bonne vivante Mrs Moorhen rates Marks and Spencer Watercress, Pea Shoots and Sorrel salad: "Not crispy. Slimy. Do not buy. No stars".

In a paralysis of choice with to many things to do.

I’m in hospital this afternoon and the nurses are singing. They can’t sing very well, but it’s nice that they are.

Rarely for me, I’m getting through my todo list this morning.

I've found my coot-toot

I'm overthinking things

I have Covid and I'm running out of steam

So this is how moving fast and breaking things feels.

Time is running out...

I'm giving something a test. Excuse the noise in the timeline.

Peckish.

Sending good vibrations

Ooh! Ikea SOMRIG shortcut buttons finally available in the UK! Out of stock in the Greenwich store though.

Faffing with the social medias again.

And of course the Overground isn’t running this morning

Cooking cabbage and carrots in left-over NYE champagne

Haven't said - but should have - absolutely great Christmas presents from family this year.

Up early.

It’s snowing in Canning Town.

Held in a queue.

Troubleshooting something

No way neoliberals are going to colonise space. No way.

The glacier is advancing in the refrigerator

Aches and pains.

Very enjoyable lunch with family at the ever-reliable Marcella in Deptford

I'm improvising in the kitchen.

Please top the fireworks. The pigeons are terrified.

I am wondering about the insufferable arrogance of the comfortable bag people on overcrowded public transport. How do people with that much sense of entitlement actually function day to day?

Wet

Me taps payment terminal in M&S foodhall AI: A shopping trolley emoji paid £30.67 in Marks and Spencer

Very low level of pigeons (actually none) at Napoli Centrale this morning.

Today's secret ingredient: panch phoron. Try it with cabbage-type vegetables: cabbages, kales, spring greens, broccoli, sprouts.

Noticing how much food advertises how little nutrition it contains

Hot and sticky

Overground. Of course it’s delayed. Silly me.

I would like to try a timeline where no one ever tapped “for PSL early access”

I like Marugame Udon - the food is tasty and good value, but oh dear the branch Spitalfields is really dirty today.

The problem with giving 110% is heat dissipation.

It's bucketing down. The pigeons on the balcony are studying the rain intently.

Skeeeeek! Something has destabilised the local parakeets this morning.

Caek!

The pigeons are massing on the rooftop opposite

Reorganising all the gadget bags.

So many out of order signs I’m getting me a pack of “bang” stickers.

Why do I worry about keycaps?

So. Friday night. Sorting pens.

Riding the pride train this morning.

Getting ready for a picnic before it gets too hot.

Naples. Cooler than London.

The warm weather is welcome. But I’m glad to be getting out of London!

Ready to hit the hay and it’s not yet dinner time!

Been listening to too much electronica. It's time for Raï

The warblers are at their wild improv down by the Lea this evening

No hot water this morning.

Going for a picnic

Lovely morning. Looking forward to a walk along the river.

Today feels like a good day

Beaking

Crowning

Working. With difficulty.

Day two of "can't sleep".

Almost home and I realise I’ve forgotten the sorrel

It’s a crisp morning for late April.

It’s been a week!

I’m walking to Hackney

I am investigating

I'm temporarily stymied, so strategising

I’m on the Hen Star

I am descaling the coffee machine

I am transgressing

It’s architects vs pigeons at Canning Town Station. The pigeons are still winning

Feels like Friday

I’m lost for words

I'm tidying up.

Very nice lunch at Marcella, Deptford High Street

Heron Keys to Island Gardens on the DLR. Well worth the price of the fare.

I’m wet.

I’m finding public transport mentally challenging this morning

I’m ordering pizza

Can’t shake the dust out of the eyes this morning.

Early coffee. Bad dreams last night.

I’m working the weekend.

I feel like I never left the Hackney Office. It should be Saturday!

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

I'm at the Hackney Office

I'm eating a bowl of fruit

I’m feeding the birds.

I’m wrestling with smart home devices

I’m suffering a technical glitch

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

I'm at the Hackney Office

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

I'm at the Hackney Office

The train is full this morning.

I’m reviving tired greens with chilli, garlic, shallots, and scallion and ginger Chinese cooking wine. Wish me luck.

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

I'm at the Hackney Office

Apparently there isn’t a coot emoji. Seems like a serious oversight. They don’t like it if you call them ducks.

Like my smart home, my “socials” are a work in progress. I never have spare time in large enough chunks to sort it all out.

Umbrella weather this morning. Avoided the street-side shower on Manor Road and took the tube. They judder along in the rain.

I’m baaack!

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

I'm at the Hackney Office

It’s snowing in Canning Town

I’m taking a detour

I'm leaving the Whitechapel Office

I'm at the Whitechapel Office

I’m cleaning the balcony.

Sad. The little squabs on the balcony didn’t make it and died overnight.

I'm leaving the Canning Town Office

I'm at the Canning Town Office

I'm leaving the Canning Town Office

I'm at the Canning Town Office

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

If I don’t get coffee soon I’ll be hiding under the desk humming tunelessly.

I'm at the Hackney Office

I'm leaving the Canning Town Office

I'm at the Canning Town Office

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

I'm at the Hackney Office

Need another coffee!

Playing with something new when I should be going to bed

I'm leaving the Canning Town Office

I'm at the Canning Town Office

I'm leaving the Canning Town Office

I'm at the Canning Town Office

In at the last minute, this week's award for best autocorrect in an email:

"Refurl" for "Referral"

I am trying Arc browser. Maybe it will grow on me

Have done something against my better judgment.

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

I'm at the Hackney Office

I'm leaving the Hackney Office

I'm at the Hackney Office

Two double espressos and it’s not even 8am.

Really feeling under the weather this morning. But it's not Covid-19.

Sneezing uncontrollably. Last time that happened, turned out I had Covid-19. Going to bed now. Will take a test before work in the morning.

I am in the matrix

Hah! Kindle has crashed. Too much left-wing thought to process.

I’m bouncing back!

Sorry for all the noise. Was trying a few things out.

I'm playing with APIs.

On my way to Star Lane.

I’m on my way home.

I’m taking a detour

I wonder what actually goes on at the Habbot Sports bar and restaurant. It’s always empty and there isn’t the steady stream of Deliveroo riders.

I’m crossing Vicky Park

Spent far too long minor-tweaking my /now page

Hating web UIs that lose all your input if you accidently click just outside the flyout.

Brr. It’s got cold again.

I am doing things in the wrong order today. I must have got out of the turnstile on the wrong side this morning.

Have a sore wrist, so learning to hold my phone in my right hand.

It’s a three espressos, one oat milk cappuccino kind of Friday.

Next meeting put back 15 minutes - so I get a "lunch break". Hooray!

In this weather I’m either underdressed or overdressed. Can’t get into the Goldilocks zone.

Aah, Hackney. The jackass meter just exploded

Getting ready for work. Foggy and frosty this morning. Yay!

The fog is lifting, and it's shaping up for a sunny afternoon

Thinking about cooking dinner. My shoulder is stiff so I’m procrastinating a bit.

I’m cleaning up the terrace

I'm stitching all the things

I'm coalescing.

Mmm. Red bush chai. Delicious.

Here's me with a lot of annoyances with LaunchBar - but I still use it because it's empowering, and it's the least worst.

More people should watch “Trading Places” and grok its central premise

Have you ever stopped and watched birds in flight? I mean really looked? Amazing.

Hoofing it to Hackney

Well. I’m up.

I’m posting from status.log!

I've got a tickly throat

I’m thinking about another coffee

Struggling to update my journal tonight. It's been a long week.

Now I can measure it, I'm thinking about humidity.

Emails, journal, then bed

I'm paying my taxes

The Fifth Element is the best film ever made. I will not be taking questions.

I'm cooking Chinese food

I'm gradually edging Twitter out of my life.

I have cold feet.

Getting ready to brave the cold evening for a post-work walk.

Testing negative on a lateral flow.

Stuffed - had a bit too much lunch!

I definitely need a coffee

I'm wondering what I am doing

(Testing) I'm working at the Hackney Office today

I'm cleaning up Microsoft's mess.

It's late an I'm automating

I'm working in Hackney today. Clear skies, sun is shining.

Just as I was finishing up, I received a stainless steel ChromeOS camping mug. Not sure why it got sent - but it's a nice mug.

... and I'm out of vegan mayo

Making lunch - chips and mushy peas.

Feeling chilly