Archive: 2025-11
Week 255: Books aren’t waterproof
I met some old colleagues from my time at the Ministry of Justice – ten years ago now, in those halcyon days before Britain decided to punch itself in the balls – for dinner at Tokyo Diner in the West End.
Week 254: Bridge-building
I spent Monday making and fitting a bridge to the mandolin I’ve been repairing. I’d originally intended to use the laser cutter for the outline, but there were no times free so I did it by hand with a coping saw and carving knife. It probably didn’t take much longer, because the part that takes ages is setting the height. If it’s too tall, it’s difficult to play. But if it’s too short, it won’t even make a clear note. And once you’ve made it shorter, you can’t make it taller again.
Week 253: We’ve won by mistake
In my dreams, I met a crow who could talk. I don’t remember what they said, but they were friendly.
Week 252: Poltergeistgärtner
On three successive mornings we woke up to find that someone or something had moved the waterlilies out of their tub and into the middle of the back garden.