Happy Friday! I’ve really struggled this week, it’s still dark in the mornings and my brain seems to have it’s limit! Here are this week’s links
Ignorance about menopause is destroying lives – and it’s not only women who suffer
There’s a reason why the royals are demonised. But you won’t read all about it
Try a novella and ditch your snobbery: five ways to read more books. I would add another, don’t get hung up on how much you read. A slump is a thing just don’t worry about it, once you are hung up on having to read a certain amount of books you destroy your own pleasure and then it’s harder just to enjoy reading.
How to make the most of a glut of rhubarb. I don’t force my rhubarb, one day when I have more plants, maybe I will. And there is no such thing as a glut of rhubarb…
Good wines for around £5. Not doing dry January but feeling poor because it’s January? Here you go!
Food-bank users deserve luxuries as well as lentils – just like everyone else
The Jeff Bezos hacking allegations destroy the myth of a new Saudi Arabia
Out cold: unseasonal temperatures litter south Florida with stunned iguanas
The poo panacea: inside the strange, surprising world of faecal transplants
Anne Brontë is the least famous Brontë sister. But she might have been the most radical. Anne Brontë is the best Brontë, I’ve been banging on about it for ages and I’ve read Villette. Also Wuthering Heights is a terrible, terrible book and nothing, nope not even a Kate Bush song, will change my mind.
Many in the north backed Brexit. They will soon begin to feel the costs. And they still won’t understand that this is what they voted for.
Keir Starmer’s soft-left approach is the unifying force that Labour needs
‘Delegate but the buck stops with you’: how to end the housework wars. Just sometimes, living alone is better…
‘Why haven’t you shut down the border?’: inside Trump’s White House
So I needed to pluck and draw the bird. I have a vague recollection of trying to pluck a chicken as a kid but I have never plucked a whole bird, YouTube is fantastic, I watched 4 ‘how to videos’ but actually doing it is harder and takes longer than you think.
The plan was to have it roasted on Saturday night, however that 


After the bustle of December, the break that comes at Christmas allows me to spend more time in my flat. That combined with taking down the tree and all the tidying that entails, means that I notice things I need to do and have the time to do so the space becomes more manageable, and tidier.
I enjoy the space more because being outside is grim and I need to find space for new things that were Christmas presents.
In fact, if I had to spend January, in my house, it really would be lovely. As it is, I have to leave occasionally and that makes me love my cosy space even more!
January is not a good month for the Dempsey’s. For the last couple of years, Ma and I always get sick in January. I thought that I’d escaped this year but on Wednesday night had another episode of fever and being sick. That’s four straight months, so it’s time to go to the doctor’s and get it checked out. First available appointment is February 10th!
I’m also feeling really grateful for the NHS for stitching Ma up and that we didn’t have to worry about the cost of it. The Urgent Care Unit is privately run for the NHS and while it was great, I’m not sure we all truly understand how much of the NHS is already run by private companies and how much more it will be if the US get their way in a trade deal (and they absolutely will).
It’s not something I would say to her face (she’d tell me I was being ridiculous) but the Gauld kitchen and the way that she and Jo cook is one of the influences on my own cooking life and the reason I first tried my hand at baking bread!













Guys last week was hard. We gradually have more light in January but in London at least the mornings are darker for a while and sunrise is right about 8am at this point in the month. I have to be at the station at 8am (at the absolute outside) so I’m leaving the house about 7:40am and the street lamps are still on and it still sucks, it always sucks…