I just listened to a podcast on this whole saga - what a wild ride.

Thanks! Will do some more research…

Oh dear. I was planning to visit Japan in the autumn. Guess I will give it a swerve. Maybe Korea then? I haven’t flown anywhere since the Before Times and have a hankering for foreign travel.

Oh yes, I’d forgotten about Winnie. I have a lot more respect for science and literature prizes than the peace prize though. Harder work, I reckon.

Is this the first Nobel laureate to run a country? How bloody amazing. Well done Mexico!

I my (extensive) cookie experience, double chocolate usually means the same amount of chips, but the dough part is also chocolate flavoured. Hard to tell in this instance, but the “double” cookies may be a shade darker.

Far-away family are the only reason I use FB too. My sister and some of my nieces use it to a disturbing degree, “checking in” when they’re in restaurants etc, posting “memories”, pictures of their kids. My sister has a special pose for her FB selfies - head tilt, fake smile. I hate it all with a burning fire, even when I’m clicking the heart button on a puppy photo.

AI just seems like another step closer to the abyss, the death of true creativity.

He’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy!

Good bot.

https://youtu.be/limwsUnH4iQ?feature=shared

Regular teabags are sometimes made using non-biodegradable plastic - be sure to buy those made with this starch based plastic. When I first saw biodegradable teabags I was surprised, I thought teabags were made of paper. Not so, it turns out.

There’s something written on the toes, maybe it’s a story!

He’s died now.

I love the look on that poor dog’s face - “Such a big bed, and I’m only allowed this little corner? Do something!”

She was quite a character.

A long-dead cat for your pleasure. She arrived on my doorstep a starving kitten; after extensive travel in New Zealand she went to live in Canada, where she apparently lived to a ripe old age.

The thing is though, I might want to sell before I die. I’ve got a good 20 years in me!

I kind of like it too. When I was 12 my parents asked what colour I wanted my bedroom painted. “Purple.” They painted it off-white. I’m over 70 now and still have never had a purple room. My kitchen is pale grey ffs.

Off to look at paint charts …

That’s wonderful and you are heroes.

A funeral I attended recently had a plywood coffin and a bunch of felt-tip pens for people to write messages with. At another one a while back, the coffin was wickerwork.

I want this too. I saw a documentary about a dying man who took this option. They interviewed him about the decision, then after his death filmed medical students dissecting him (from a distance, it was discreet) and interviewed them about the experience. They were grateful for his gift, and incredibly respectful when speaking about him.

The thing is, the inside of a body looks nothing like the nice tidy diagrams. It’s a mess in there! I’d like these kids to practise on dead me before they start cutting into live people.