in preparation for The Feasting I have gone from only really having the vaguest possible understanding of what a nut roast *was* to having now made a nut roast, but I won't find out until tomorrow if it's any good, please cross your fingers for me

dipping back in here after several years of no twitter really is an exercise in 'who out of a fairly arbitrary subset of people I used to be ambiently aware of has got their autism diagnosis in the last several years and who has just got a haircut instead*', huh

(*said with love)

went to a house party with the neighbours last night and ended up agreeing to both give a makeup tutorial to whoever wants it and to do the butchery for the big summer barbecue. this feels like I am in the middle of the true gender binary.

made this account to say that the other day on the tram four lads were passionately arguing about whether to @ their absent friend in the insta story they were curating about about their day, and if y how to make him feel missed rather than like he was missing out, and I'm still thinking about them