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I’ve given up on guilty pleasures, and just try and enjoy stuff now. Making, baking, cooking, Guiding, walking, music and reading are all good things.
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“Fancy coming to pet baby lambs on Saturday?” What sort of question is that?! OF COURSE I DO.

Last night was a walk through London on a sunny spring evening, burgers then possibly the most joyful piece of theatre I’ve ever seen - Much Ado About Nothing was absolutely unbelievably fun, and just brilliant. 10/10 evening. And now I have to dismantle one bed & build another. Not quite so fun.

Oh, the Mail journalist stirring up shit about pronouns of a cartoon character in a three-second appearance in Hey Duggee? They don't mind it for themselves.

I need to invest in some kind of SAD light for next winter, because the utter joy I’ve felt today just because it’s sunny is slightly ridiculous. It’s largely been a day of mundane chores, but it’s felt so much more manageable and I just feel so much happier overall.

Never underestimate the power of someone bringing you a coffee and cinnamon bun to improve a Friday.

Don't think single people get enough credit for doing life alone. Rent/mortgage is double, household responsibility and life admin is down to one person, you're your own emotional support, holidays are more expensive, you've to trap and transport human sacrifices for the solstice bonfire solo, etc.

Today has been a pretty awesome Sunday. Lazy morning, lunch with friends, followed by pottery painting and a trip to the park, followed by a rainy walk home, and clean bed sheets before dinner and trashy TV.

I sometimes wonder why I’m so bloody tired all the time. As well as work this week, I’ve run 3 hours of Guides/Brownies, done a couple of hours of admin for Guides and am about to head out to a 3h pottery painting session with Guides, Brownies & Rainbows.

I was bought a heated throw, and it’s possibly the greatest present anyone has ever bought me and I love it so much. So cosy. So snuggly.

Can confirm, being called in to the headteacher’s office at 41 is as terrifying as it is at 11. (All fine, Y6 friendship issues threatening to become something more)

The point isn't that there were secret signs you could detect in Gaiman all along. It's that so many men are abusers that it could be the loveliest guy you know. Your best friend. And you'd rarely have a clue. Abusers often excel at charm - that's how they get victims.

I know adding your own spin on big stories is tedious, but I met NG once. He sat next to me at an AFP concert at the British Library, and was friendly and chatty, sharing some sweets with my friend and I. It’s so jarring to try and reconcile this version with what he’s revealed to be like privately.

I agree. Instead of rewriting history, sit in the discomfort, deal with the betrayal, and learn how to be wary of any charismatic literary figure who seems more mythical than man. Predators are sneaky, and hard to catch for a reason: the dazzling image they project is well-crafted and maintained

I’ve just spent nearly an hour with an 8yo and a 10yo enthusiastically dragging me round a Warhammer store explaining every last thing about it to me, and whilst I have absolutely no interest in it, their enthusiasm was utterly brilliant & I will always have time for people being enthusiastic at me

I’ve got the Sunday scaries for the first that I can remember in this job, and I’m not okay about it

Today has been…supremely shite tbh. But I picked my girl up, we’ve eaten pizza, snuggled in bed and laughed, a friend called to say hi, and things are feeling a bit more manageable now.

I know it’s cliched to moan about how loud cinemas are…but last night the audio for the film I was watching was frequently disturbed by the audio from another screen. Our screen seemed plenty loud enough, so god knows what the one next door was like.

I made a silly little reel of some of the adventures and cool stuff we did last year, and whilst yes, there was a lot of heavy stuff, it was also the year I pushed myself and did so much cool new stuff and more importantly said yes to stuff. Some small things, some big things, all good things.

Back home after Christmas, and planning on a potteringy kind of day whilst Em is at the panto.

This morning I attempted to go swimming only to find the pool is closed for maintenance, so I bought coffee and plan to spend the day doing cosy domestic shit instead, as well as hibernating on the sofa.

The world feels like a bit of a bin fire, but today was a lovely day finishing off Christmas shopping, lunch out, buying 2kg of coffee creme Quality Streets, getting a new Apple Watch, and getting to catch up with a friend. Taking the good bits where I can.

Love to find out that Royal Mail have lost an entire cage of post of ours from last week. 😭

Just met up for lunch with a friend and his kids. The 10yo what I’d bought Em, and I asked if he could keep a secret “Not really. Probably best you don’t tell me actually.”

Left my AirPods at home today 😭😭😭

“PARKLIFE!”