I’m sure that this should bother me in some way, but there’s a donut in the kitchen and I’m more concerned with beating the horde to it than figuring out how to explain my job to Year 5.

March 22, 2019July 26, 2019 ~ theredoubtable ~ Leave a comment

SD#1: I was trying to tell my friends what you do for a living but I couldn't find the words and they went, "So, journalism then?" and I said "No," and then the bell went for maths. Me: ... Not really surprising that the Fourth Estate is now a dismissive punchline to a Brexit joke. … Continue reading I’m sure that this should bother me in some way, but there’s a donut in the kitchen and I’m more concerned with beating the horde to it than figuring out how to explain my job to Year 5.

My heart hurts.

August 1, 2018July 25, 2019 ~ theredoubtable ~ 2 Comments

Misty and I have a great deal in common. We both snore. We both like cheese. We both have a gift for napping and we both like routine. Misty's involves sleeping up by my pillow, farting and snoring and daintily shedding into my face throughout the night before headbutting my hand when it's time for … Continue reading My heart hurts.