The robin perched on the birdbath is so round and so birb.

Blehhhhh. I did get back to the front of the queue eventually and get tickets again (thanks in part to the Amex presale tickets mistakenly being available to buy already instead of only from Friday) but unfortunately not in my preferred places to sit (always at the end of a row).

I do at least have tickets for both the cat movie and the pope movie.

Anyway, I got to the front of the queue, put my tickets in my basket, attempted to pay and had it 3Dsecure fail a bunch of times (as it apparently did for a bunch of others buying tickets) and THEN it punted me back into like 20000th in the queue even though I had about 15 minutes left on the timer 🙁

Having witness work colleague Swifties and Oasis fan friends on their ticket adventures, this seems less bad and yet…

Awww yisss waiting and “plus 1 kudos”-ing has paid off

Food

Second Breakfast of Champions because I am a hobbit.

I can’t say that I’m a fan of the ad breaks during the Paralympic Opening Ceremony. They keep missing loads of the countries 🙁

These thoughts brought to you by photos of the sm0l one being shared in the fam whatsapp group and reminding me of that time the waiters thought that the bigger one was my son.

Look I realise we are all related and have mostly the same percentage of chinese parent from the same family group to white parent genes, but gosh my mixed cousins really do look like me.

(There are only two so far and I’m the oldest so they’ll just have to look like me)