A small doddle from yesterday. My subconscious is wandering outside, even if I’m not.
Concluding my short adventure across Northern Europe.
Took a long walk over to East Brighton, across Sheepcote Valley and through Brighton Marina, before heading back along Madeira Drive and past the Royal Pavilion. Brighton really is a beautiful city.
Anyone else experience moments of dyscalculia when translating times between 24-hour and 12-hour clocks? I often end up ignoring the first digit, so will read a time like 19:00 (7pm) as 9pm. Drives me crazy!
So we don’t lurch from one crisis to another, we need to put people before planes: no taxpayer-backed bailouts without conditions on workers rights, concrete action on climate commitments and no more tax exceptions. Sign the petition.
Zoom is to video conferencing what Facebook is to social networking: not to be trusted.
How the hell is it Friday already!?