5-Year-Old Reluctantly Lets Crying Mom Sleep In His Bed Again bit.ly/3yzipNW

It’s always difficult trying to decide, during the dating process, when to move to that magical next step. The “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” step.

"Now call a general election in the pouring rain with 'Things Can Only Get Better' blasting in the background!" #GeneralElection

Hopefully in a few months, when I’m on international trips, shop staff etc won’t just look at me with pity when they see that I’m one of the sane Brits who hadn’t wanted our country to become what it had.

Is it okay to be excited by a really good cooking pan? It doesn’t have a bunch of NPUs or hardware accelerated attracting or anything, though it does have a 6X longer lasting Titanium anti-scratch non-stick coating

A few days’ spa break at Ragdale Hall getting booked in July and I’m already thinking I’m punching above my weight with the dress code.

I’m not getting into the ins and outs of who grabbed what or for how long, but what I am saying is that the lady in the hot tub on the Horizon deck on this cruise could have at least bought me dinner first or something.

An unnerving, lengthy text received from an ex out of the blue after a long time, summarised by Apple Intelligence to a nugget the density of a neutron star, delivered like a bolt to the brain, is the most terrifying experience I have known, and I want off this ride now.

Ragdale Spa in Melton Mowbray for a week tomorrow! In a fluffy Robe all day. Like bits of my youth. Ooh, I wonder if they do 2 litre bottles of cider! Not like Youth, I better do my tax return first. If only HMRC texted you to say it was nearly time, or time, or something.

Having survived a Halloween fancy dress party as Beetlejuice-Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, looking forward to filling the blanks in my recall with events played out in the form of flashback scenes. For the Judge. As will the rest of the courtroom audience, and the jury, I’m sure.

(1/?) My Pixar pitch aside, got an idea based on a conversation my brain was having at me, after it treated me to quarters of an hour of sleep this morning. Take a picture of yourself, @Grok Imagine it, do what it does, take another picture,repeat. For as long as whatever takes.

(2/?) Using Grok to micromanage yourself into six second slices of joy. For fun and profit! Maybe. At the very least maybe you’ll uncoil the core mysteries of the Fibonacci sequence or something - about time that thing paid out. Or Pi. Or January’s 7-week length.

(3/I’m done) And you can spice up the Grok -sploitation with fun mode, that shouldn’t *just* be for the weekends. I’ld call it ImagineSurfing… surfing the ImagineSphere!  Hang  on - Grokdogging - no wait I’ve got this -  right - ”Grok Around The Clock” .  On it.

Now, I don't know much about love.Obviously. But I would imagine it would be like when you buy someone a Cheese & Chutney Advent Calendar and have it delivered direct to her. 1/

You take delivery of the exact same type, a few days later, because the way you were asking about it, was starting to sound a little bit too near you wanting to actually try a little taste, and if you were going to carry on with that shit, she was going have to cut you. 2/

And she didn't want to do that. ❤️ It's like a Christmas story for the ages. 3/3