Feather boa dustbin note

1, 2, skip a few, 99, 100! My hundredth nonconsecutive weeknote.

After making a joke about a potential lycra based midlife crisis an acquaintance said I look like a cyclist before adding - in a good way - so that’s nice. My only exercise right now is lifting a baby in one arm and cake in the other, no complaints!

At work I’ve proposed moving to sprints instead of structureless endless grind, and will run our first formal retro since my joining. The very beginnings of the end for my new, humble IC life?

On Saturday me, R, and T mosied over to a Greek restraunt for lunch. We sat under a veranda with a sweet iced coffee and falafel / halloumi wraps, grilled to perfection. The best afternoon. R has been trying to get me to go for years and now I think we should go every sunny weekend.

T met his 6 year old uncle and 11 year old auntie and it was quite funny, I think they’re warming to their new reality slightly “I don’t want to be an uncle because that means I’m old and will die soon”.

In unrelated news, we are all ill, including our little one T who has a cold :( He’s okay but making some awful sounds. Worse, he has his first vaccinations today. Lots of cuddles are due. Yesterday I made cuddles for his parents in smoked haddock chowder (recipe, did I mention we kicked down the fish door?) and a pot of Dishoom chai. Seconds please.

It’s actually Tuesday morning as I write, 06:37, and I’m on my second episode of Come Dine. I’ve definitely watched this one before. I remember the guy doing a sexy dance with a feather boa and a dustbin.