New notebook anxiety

My super-galactic travelling friends, 

If you're anything like me, when you see a cute notebook while out and about you'll want to (and often do!) buy it.

If you do end up buying it, you'll usually be asking yourself that dreaded question...well, now what do I do with it?

Refurbished Simba mattress fail

Super-galactic travellers,

I'm afraid today's blog post is a bit of a moan, but it's for, I feel, a good reason... 

Amityville Kitchen

My super-galactic travelling friends,

This year seems to have been a bumper crop for flies, and mixed with the fact it's been so hot (which I'm guessing is the reason for all the flies) we've had to have windows open, and it's been horrible! Every time a door or a window is opened, flies have somehow managed to find their way in (although I have a theory about flies and quantum tunnelling, but that's for another time...)

I try and keep windows open as little as possible because of this, while my partner likes to keep all the windows and back door wide open as often as possible. All these reasons above meant that, when I discovered above average amount of flies on our kitchen windows one afternoon, I just assumed they came in the day before, and so went about shooing them out...I soon realised though that I was horribly wrong, and the flies were actually coming

Weekly photo dump 17th-23rd August 2026

Super-galactic travelling friends,

It's Sunday, which means it's time to share a few of this week's memories in the form of photo collages...let's begin!

Packages were not meant to fly

 

Dear super-galactic travellers, 

Most of the time our deliveries are brought to the front door, but sometimes...

they decide to chuck it over our high back garden fence/gate. We've had things like a Kindle and a computer monitor thrown over it, and other times paper items like books, which have then sat out in the rain because we didn't know an item had been delivered (we have a camera doorbell at the front, so if something’s delivered and they don't tell us, at least we know it's there!)

And so, after this last item that was thrown over our fence (it was a box of beers. Luckily they didn’t end up bursting...) I wrote a little poem to the small percentage of delivery people who don't treat the items they're in charge of with the care they should...

flutter right on by thanks!

 

Dear super-galactic travellers, I need to tell you something...

I used to love butterflies. I enjoyed watching them colourfully flutter around the garden, exploring the flowers to the gentle buzzing of bees...but to be quite honest with you, I just don't trust butterflies any more.

'What no, why, they're so pretty!' I hear you cry.

It all started a week or so ago *add a wavy going back in time effect here in post*