Tonight I learned that when my electric car gets down to 5% battery, it sounds an alarm.
And that when it gets down to 4% battery, it sounds a louder alarm.
And that when it gets down to 3% battery, it engages ‘limited performance’ mode and shows a picture of a tortoise.
And that when it gets down to 2%, and you’ve already turned off the heating and the radio and you’re wondering how much power the windscreen wipers are using… that’s when it stops
showing you it’s estimated range.
Fortunately, I then only had half a mile left to go. But for a while there it felt a little bit hairy!
Kind: Notes
Note #27940
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The younger kids’ taekwondo school put on a free ‘new years workout’ class this morning. It was pretty awesome.
My watch says my heart rate averaged 146bpm, peaking at 169bpm. It’s possible I’m not as fit as I used to be. 😅
But at least I don’t feel like I might die, like I did during the ‘dads go free’ promotion last year. Progress?
Bee
As part of my efforts to reclaim the living room from the children, I’m building a new gaming PC for the playroom. She’s called Bee, and – thanks to the absolute insanity that is The Tower 300 case from Thermaltake – she’s one of the most bonkers PC cases I’ve ever worked in.
Tintern Abbey
Invisible Dog
Note #27831
Back at the Rollright Stones fire New Year’s Day, per family tradition. This year the younger child counted 74, the elder 59. The curse that prevents you counting the same number twice continues!
Note #27826
Slamiltee at the Lycaeum
Went to a West End theatre wearing my “Slamilton” t-shirt.
In this corridor, during the act break, a stranger spotted it and did a double-take.
“Is that…? wait… that’s not Hamilton!”, they said.
I seized my chance.
“It’s Slamilton,” I replied. “You know: ‘Who slams, who jams, who tells their story.'”
And then, after a pause: “What’s ‘Hamilton’???”
Boxing Day Breakfast
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Note #27806
Duck shunning
I’m not sure which of our children was last in this bath, but the configuration in which they’ve left their toys makes me feel as though I’m the subject of some kind of waterfowl-related shunning.
Perhaps they finally got wind or my heretical opinions on the God of Ducks (may he throw us bread) and they’ve collectively decided to disassociate from me?














