My kid’s got a fresh obsession with learning to sew. After I suggested that longstitch is a good way to learn to use a needle and thread safely, she begged me to take her to get a long stitch set after school and she’s all set up with it on the couch with her glasses on and lamp on and pyjamas on, watching telly and stitching away like a little third grade nanna.

There’s obviously something wrong with me with with this sportsball stuff. I can’t make myself care a jot.

Regarding the toot I wrote earlier about my saintly, gorgeous landlords… I was driving along earlier, thinking about the thing business or land-owning people say. The “I’m not running a charity here,” sort of comment. And I started imagining if at least 50% of landlords actually saw their tenants with disadvantages & disabilities as recipients of a service, rather than just a dehumanised source of passive income. Imagine the way our society might have otherwise functioned. Just imagine that.