My baby is growing up! I don’t know which of us cried more at her first drop off, Isabel or me. (In Belgium they start school at age 2 and half which just seems impossibly young)
Our youngest daughter has been more clingy with me than usual since starting school..
I don’t know how much of it is wilful ignorance and how much is actual ignorance, but many people I know are in complete denial about how bad flying is. They are the kind of people who would say they ‘believe’ in climate change and want to do their bit for the environment, but willContinue reading “It’s not the lights, it’s the flights..”
On June 18th 2022 there was a heatwave in Brussels and temperatures reached 34 degrees Celsius (they over 40 degrees in parts of France and Spain). This is our families version of the typical fun in the sun* front page news photograph VS the unphotographable night time heat stress made worse by plane noise: *FunContinue reading “Heatwave”
Sharing has never been either of my daughter’s strong point, but this was a really low moment. Max and Maxine only lasted a couple of weeks and are now forgotten, but I still get asked to find invisible hamsters. Luckily I seem to be better at it than I was before.
Inspired by that engineer who thought his AI chat bot had gained sentience and the amount of time and effort that online dating takes.
At the end of April I binged watched the entirety of The Home Edit on Netflix and reorganised the house. Which yes, was therapeutic, but also raised some questions about the things we need to keep: While I was doing this I was reading ‘Time for Things: Labour, Leisure and the rise of Mass Consumption’Continue reading “The Home Edit”
I don’t know if maybe my more recent cartoons have been a bit doomerist (a term thrown around on twitter to people who say it’s too late to do anything about climate change). I’m not without hope when it comes to the future, and I certainly don’t want to hinder action on climate in anyContinue reading “Doomerism”
Don’t get me wrong, I am very VERY happy the girls are finally sharing a room and our study/spare room is no longer a study/spare room/nursery, but the nightly bedtime routine is taking its toll..