I may have got in the habit of watching it in Oxford if I felt I was missing the North, and it can still somehow have me laughing too hard to breathe (and tearing up sometimes) despite knowing it basically off by heart at this point.

It is pretty much always the time to rewatch Dinnerladies methinks *nods*

the cult of maximum efficiency is one of the worst things to happen to society. I can’t defend studying Latin or reading for pleasure or spending an hour at the park with my niece in a way that will satisfy shareholders. but they’re worth doing because they’re beautiful and good.

My mouth is bread and I must scream 😆

To be fair I don't feel like I can make any promises about what my own life will look like further than the next few months or so, never mind predicting the enshittification timeline of a platform, so interest in the moment is all I'm cautiously aiming for!

You got advantage on your persuasion check with this one - by which I mean this is partly your fault 😆

That's brilliant 🤣 well there's worse things to be recognised for than a pair of Docs I guess 😆 Hey right back at you! 👋🏻