Weeknotes 39

Working from home with C in the house can be a strange experience. After a morning of calls about tree shaking, QR codes and gas fees, I’ll leave my desk and upon seeing him for the first time in a few hours, I’ll ask E, “whose baby is that?”

As E will be going back to work soon, we’ve been trying to find a nursery for C to attend three days a week. We were lucky enough to get more than one place for him but hadn’t seen one of the options due to the lockdown. This week, we arranged to have a look around (wearing masks, of course) and, after much deliberation, made our decision and paid our deposit.

(It still doesn’t feel real.)

After a stressful day, there’s no better way to unwind than by meticulously organising the wooden blocks in C’s walker.

During one of my lunchtime walks with C, he was fascinated by a passing bin lorry. One of the dustmen noticed him watching and waved emphatically.

During another stroll, a man crossing the street cooed at C in his baby carrier and gleefully called for all to hear, “look at his chubby cheeks!”

On a call with a potential vendor this week, when discussing the user experience of a particular system, their representative said:

Sure, if you want to cater to Joe Schmoe… from Kokomo.

It was the third anniversary of the London Computation Club trip to Bletchley Park.

Just look at us all: bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and sitting so close to one another.