Notes on week 15 of 2025:


In an effort to cut myself some slack, I’m not following any format this week. This’ll mean I can publish something quickly, without faff. 



On the up


It’s been a good week. 


I’ve managed to get up, get out of the house and get stuff done. That might not sound like much, but I’ve been depressed for a while. So, well done me. 


3 times this week I travelled to and worked from the free Work Café Cheapside, London. It recently opened and isn’t (yet) as crowded as the Triton Square branch, so is less distracting. 


Managed to tidy-up / add stuff to my public kanban(ish) board, including plenty of Civil Service delivery manager (DM) jobs. Though I still haven’t heard back about my application for the Government Digital Service (GDS) DM job I really want. Maybe next week. 



Moving movement


Still haven’t got an exchange date for the house Janet & I are buying up North. But we’re getting closer, with all the potential blockers but 1 now out of the way. 


Will be nice to have more space and less noise / traffic / etc. But the city dweller in me wonders how I’ll react to living in a village which has no shop and is surrounded by farmland. 


Fortunately my inner geek is revelling in the internet access conundrum. Looks like I’ll be load balancing between 1 or more mobile and fixed broadband providers, in order to get anywhere close to the 1 Gigabit fibre we currently enjoy. 


I refuse to buy Starlink, but will look into OneWeb or other providers. 


Have also started reaching out to locals, looking for volunteering opportunities. More on that another day.



Art


1 of the benefits of working at Work Café Cheapside, is its closeness to Tate Modern


My 3 visits this week have resulted in inspiration, both for myself and people online I’ve shared stuff with. 


Here’s some samples of what I’ve enjoyed this week.

Landscape picture frame with thin, wooden border, containing a piece of A2 paper containing the words adore and Abhor.

Adore><Abhor 1994 by Helen Chadwick 1953-1996.


A metre high marble plinth stands alone in a dark room. Atop is a glass box containing art.

L'Heure des Traces (Hour of the Traces) 1932 by Alberto Giacometti 1901-1966.