The last time I went to the office. The last time I went to London. The last time I went on a train.
Thirteen years ago, in February 2008 I joined Twitter. Since then, Twitter tells me that I have amassed around 55k tweets. If everyone of them was 140 characters (the original Twitter character limit of course), that would be 7.7m characters.
The news that Arcadia Group, owners of brands like Top Shop, Dorothy Perkins, and Burton Menswear, has gone into administration, reminded me of something. Actually it reminded me of many things. But my Top Man chenille roll neck jumper, whilst fantastic, isn't worthy of writing about. The metallic silver trousers, probably are, but that brings about a whole other conversation.
A 1973 built 33.3m swimming pool that's rather annoyingly, not quite close enough to my house.
Recently I tried to brew a clone of Fuller's iconic London Pride ale. Would it taste anywhere near similar?
Today I went for a Covid-19 test. The test itself was fine. Who knows what the results are, but the test itself was fine. The process with getting one, far from it.
For the first time in five months, I've been back in a swimming pool. It's different, but oh so very much needed.
In another universe, today is my daughter's final day at nursery school before she heads to primary school in September.
It’s been a common assumption that lockdown has meant that suddenly everyone has time to do all those things they’ve been wanting to do for years. And it's not true at all for many people.
All this homeworking that's suddenly happening has been deemed to be a game-changer by many. Jobs that managers once insisted could only be done in a building, are now being done in peoples kitchens, bedrooms, living rooms, or even gardens. These are my predictions of what will happen when all this is over.