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Weekending (213/365)
Aug. 1st, 2021 07:23 pmCutest thing I have seen this weekend: a grebe swimming on the lake today with a chick perched on its back.
Most ridiculous thing I have seen this weekend: the "gender critical" brigade on Twitter trying to tell Rhianna Pratchett and Neil Gaiman that Terry Pratchett would have been on their side. (I saw "ridiculous", but also "infuriating".)
Most unexpectedly straight-in-the-feels thing of this weekend: last week's episode of the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books podcast, with reviewer Tara Scott talking about how reading romance helped them to understand their own sexuality and gender identity.
Most delicious thing of the weekend: ridiculously simple rhubarb and custard ice cream (stew rhubarb, cool, mix with a tub of ready-made custard, churn in ice-cream maker). Though the Nigella rosemary cake is a good second.
Best thing done this weekend: booking a three-night break in a cottage near Bridlington (and about a mile from a beach) for the first weekend in September. More of a mini-break than a holiday, but a much-needed change of scene and a chance to see (and swim in) the sea.
Most ridiculous thing I have seen this weekend: the "gender critical" brigade on Twitter trying to tell Rhianna Pratchett and Neil Gaiman that Terry Pratchett would have been on their side. (I saw "ridiculous", but also "infuriating".)
Most unexpectedly straight-in-the-feels thing of this weekend: last week's episode of the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books podcast, with reviewer Tara Scott talking about how reading romance helped them to understand their own sexuality and gender identity.
Most delicious thing of the weekend: ridiculously simple rhubarb and custard ice cream (stew rhubarb, cool, mix with a tub of ready-made custard, churn in ice-cream maker). Though the Nigella rosemary cake is a good second.
Best thing done this weekend: booking a three-night break in a cottage near Bridlington (and about a mile from a beach) for the first weekend in September. More of a mini-break than a holiday, but a much-needed change of scene and a chance to see (and swim in) the sea.
