Antony Green keen to knock off early on his last shift.

I wasn’t prepared for the tradies next door kickstarting their week by blasting The Bodyguard soundtrack.

Christmas Facehugger still on duty 🫡

Only need to drink five more litres of peppermint tea to clear this Easter heartburn.

It’s that time of year where I commemorate my Twitter peak.

Season one of The Pitt was excellent.

Fifteen seasons in and I’m still dying for Prue to say a cake literally tastes like dogshit on Bake Off

Apple Intelligence is keeping me in the loop with my friends.

The BPM mixes on Spotify are handy for when you want to go for a run or need to push through a sleepy afternoon at work.

Packing up the house to move interstate. Getting the urge to burn everything and start again every ten minutes or so.

And now their watch has ended. Sleep soundly, Silvia and Rocky 🫡

Baking soda and vinegar are the Swiss Army knife of cleaning.

Not a good day to be a task on my “Someday” list.

Returns to work after two weeks off. Logs in, takes a deep breath, cracks knuckles, breaks thumb, rolls into a ball, dies.