Returning from Helsinki. Who wants to see me get an entire life size Moomin in my suitcase?

What does LinkedIn think I do? Today’s top suggestion for jobs it thinks I’d be great for is head of HR at the Met. I mean, I could give it a go…

A reminder that humans are pretty amazing really

I can’t drive. I also have a son with epilepsy, so pedestrianised streets are far less stressful But even I can see councils should not be allowed to hold fake consultations and bully the residents they are supposed to represent, whether I like the policy or not. So congrats WDA

Every time you think Trump has peaked, he takes crass idiocy just one step higher

All these ‘truth bombs’ Trump and Elon keep dropping; aren’t they all things we all already knew?

Excellent example of data out of context. From this you could conclude the UK has a very high arson rate. Or that we have some of the strictest safety regs and building requirements in the world. (It’s the later).

It is very difficult to not to conclude that if you are old or disabled society no longer want you

Today in ‘politicians pulling numbers out of thin air’ Reform suggest a policy that anyone with common sense can see will make us totally uncompetitive to the high skilled, high earning migrant workers we want, whilst letting off lightly oligarchs who offer-shore their wealth

Working in a cafe today and they are playing Oasis. Generally I always found them a bit sh*t, but its hard to deny that Live Forever is one of the best pop songs ever written

I signed up to a network for women in marketing. I’m not going to say who it is but this newsletter has just appeared in my inbox and for-absolute-f*ck-sake Why is a nominally feminist network using Ai images of male-fantasy pre-teens with their nips out to talk to me?

Ad agencies prepping their Cannes entries for next year

Things people don’t realise about #epilepsy number 1032: you have to keep soft surfaces available at all times. I take a portable stretcher with me every time we leave the house, and keep fold out beds in the garden ready for when The Boy goes down

I refuse to take seriously a film where the futuristic, otherworldly saviour figure is called ‘Paul’

I feel like “hello madam, do you have time for breast cancer?” is a chugger intro line that needs work

The Boy has just said “this movie would never have been big if it was called Crustaceous Park” and he has a point

My gym has stopped showing sh*t music channels and started screening back-to-back The Professionals, an it’s way more motivating

Watching Big with the kids. It’s still utterly brilliant, but amazing how quickly the kids have got to “but she’s having s&x with a TWELVE YEAR OLD!!!!” and I really don’t remember even blinking at that when I watched it first. More innocent times.