Weeknotes

In which the author pines for a PHP crisis that belonged to other people, gets more done for having less time, surrenders to the will of the bot, and finds a thirty-year-old grudge against a pub undimmed.

In which the author confronts a surplus of pasta sauce, refuses to run a server, sticks a battery-powered commute oracle to his wall, and swells with pride at a request to drill a hole in his guitar.

In which the author enjoys his colleagues, faces down a laundry arithmetic problem, and revives a decade-old idea about rewriting history that once drew only blank stares.

In which the author, dog-tired, resolves to slow down, and discovers that a very tidy desk can start a movement - or at least an incursion.

In which the author is introduced to everyone at once, rides a possessed hire bike home at twice the legal speed, and builds a pedalboard out of a bathroom accessory.

In which the author finds his cycling legs and then loses them again, dreams of a faithful remake, and discovers something rubbery growing under the beans.

In which the author begins a new job after five years away, negotiates with a railway, abandons his leeks to the weeds, and signs up for a maths degree at last.