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meerium.bsky.social
“All I want is to live in peace, plant potatoes and dream”. Sadly, however, bills need paid so I’m an arts marketer, amateur singer, slow-but-trying runner & keen cook.
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Baffling discovery of the day: there appears to be a bird under the bath. Am quite relieved to have to work tonight, leaving the solution of that particular problem to Himself.

In Porto for a week on holiday. The weather today has been like Galway (ie blowing a hooley and pissing down). Currently watching a deeply weird film in Portuguese that reminds me of the last episode of The Prisoner (there is a gallery heist with bees) and am obsessed. Make it make sense!

Trying out a thing on Substack. Might run out of ideas in 3 months time, might hit a new seam of creativity and joy. Only one way to find out… open.substack.com/pub/whathapp...

I am so proud of BOTH my nieces. Legends in their own individual ways…

#outofcontextopinion ‘Everybody’s got an opinion on how far you should go with a sausage’ (Paul Heaton. On barbecues. Watching From Hull To Heatongrad)

I’m not prone to blowing my own trumpet - not even my own kazoo. But last night at work, a former regular who hasn’t been for ages came to the concert with her husband. She’s a total dote & I was so pleased to see her. Went on FB this morning to find she’d tagged me in a post that’s made me 🥲

Catching up on tonight’s Great British Menu and thoroughly delighted with the relentless and profuse discussion of ‘kyarts’ (carrots). Pondering how many households elsewhere in the UK have stuck the subtitles on.

Watching TOTP97 and Eternal are featuring with ‘The Only One’. Remembering one of my best mates at uni insisting that the chorus went ‘I wanna be the only one to hold you/take you from behind’. It is apparently ‘protect you from the rain’, but I still think he was on to something…

Following a conversation with my PT earlier today, I have a name for my new imaginary band - introducing Slack Ovary.

The end of BBC Newsline tonight had me a sobbing mess. It sent me back to the Troubles, but I have enough distance from living through it that I see anew, and so profoundly, just how monumentally relentless, brutal and utterly devastating it all was. We must NEVER go back.

Watching Match of the Day. Not saying we’re rubbish football fans (I’m delighted with the upturn in Everton’s fortunes), but most conversation has revolved around away kits. Takeaways: Bournemouth’s is a pleasing teal/petrol affair. Brentford is either Global Hypercolour or red sock in white wash.

Just been to Strabane for work. Drive home powered by Haribo and Sophie Ellis Bextor’s Kitchen Disco on Radio 2 and it felt like I kept manifesting total bangers (You To Me Are Everything by The Real Thing is a TUNE). Now on sofa with ABBA on the telly and a glass of wine in hand. Not a bad night.

Catching up on last night’s University Challenge. In fairness to Starkey, I’m *from* Bangor and rarely, if ever, think of it as a city… #universitychallenge