Surely a rite of passage for designers of government services, spent the day with the friendly @‪DACcessibility ‬folk in Neath. Not only did their knowledge and insights deepen my appreciation of inclusive design, but it underscored the undeniable necessity of this approach.

Played 5-a-side for the first time in many, many years. Scored a hat-trick.

Liquid football.

Who’d have thought there’d be a common theme between the film I watched last weekend, Pitch Perfect, and tonight’s feature, Knives Out.

And who’d have thought that theme would be projectile vomiting. 🤮

Arrive home in Brighton after a late night in London. Several steps from the station, and my shoes are already sodden. Half way home, encounter an entirely flooded footpath.

This is not normal.

A fire alarm, power cut and forced evacuation of the building didn’t stop us from shipping; ’Apply for teacher training’ is officially – live! And it’s all down to everyone in the amazing team I’ve worked with over the last 8 months.

This is just the beginning. Onwards!

Watched all three Pitch Perfect movies, and not going to lie, they had me in stitches. Aca-scuse me? You better aca-believe it!

Back in the gym after a 6-month hiatus. My form hasn’t diminished, but my strength certainly has. End-of-year goal will be to try and regain it.

Series 3 of The Crown continues with its inch-perfect recreation of the modern Elizabethan age, yet I find it hard to believe The Guardian ever occupied an office so spacious and stylish as that depicted in episode 4.

Le Man’s ’66 (aka Ford v Ferrari) is beautifully shot and unexpectedly comical in places, but any enjoyment is given pause by its vivid depiction of the often tragic consequences of motorsport, particularly during that era. “Sometimes they don’t get out of the car.”

A slight burnt smell in the air suddenly has my mind unwittingly strolling along University Avenue in Palo Alto. How strange.

Heading back to London on a Eurostar Class 373 carrying its original livery. Though bashed about a bit – the interior has seen better days – this iconic 25-year-old train stirs memories of when advancing under the Channel was an intriguing yet unnerving prospect.

After a 10-hour drive beset by delays, finally arrived in Dolgellau. Had planned on camping this evening, but given the awful weather, found a hotel instead. Turns out its manager previously owned The Signalman, the pub at the end of my street. Small world!