Ah yes. I’d forgotten how prone T is to inconvenient accidents (be it horsing around with friends/extreme playfighting/sports/mosh pits). It was only a matter of time.
It’s just a shame he had to go sprain his leg on a Friday (weekends are the big sales days) and before he had any sick leave.
(For anyone who cares: last year we visited a trampoline park in California, where we a) got tired after about 10 minutes and b) were bored by all the rules and regulations – thanks, litigation-happy Americans! – and the over-watchful staff. Then last week his friends went along to a local trampoline park on a Friday night, one that was a lot more chilled out, as you might expect. Only he apparently had a bad landing after a flip and wound up in A&E.)
So while we’ve seen each other a lot more than usual this week, we were basically holed up at home rather than being able to get out and about. Ah well, the weather has been temperamental this week anyway.
Also, can I say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who gave me advice the other day. The best thing about blogging is the people, and I clearly have freakishly smart readers. <3 For anyone who’s also socially awkward and wondering how to be a good role model to young relatives who need one, head over and read the comments on this post.
To the links!
I took part in a Q&A about exploring NZ by campervan over on Null N Full
Forget about finding motivation (it’s not Where’s Waldo) and build systems instead, says Ramit Sethi
Sarah shares a few ideas to liven up your old blog posts (the first suggestion is bang on – had to laugh at how perfectly she described my own early days of blogging) and to be a happy traveller
Save Spend Splurge explains how fashion bloggers make money
Kate struggles with asking for help from friends
Finally, here’s The Awl on a macabre yet fascinating topic – cadavers. Now I definitely want to give my body to science. It’s funny how your stance on issues like this can change over time. I can’t tell you when exactly I started to find the idea of being embalmed and buried incredibly creepy, but at some point my inclination moved to cremation and eventually to the greater good. And it’s the same with other things; my thoughts on cheating, feminism and other things have evolved with age too.
