For all Mankind 5.09 and The Testaments 1.08
May. 15th, 2026 03:13 pm( Spoilers have to conclude that blowing things up never comes without a cost )
The Testaments 1.08:
( This episode is called Broken for some very good reasons )

Friday is Theo day. We have our toddler grandson every Friday and hand him back Saturday morning.
This is a good arrangement for all parties. He's at the age where he loves having books read to him and is starting to point to dogs and cats and say 'doh' and 'ca'.
He likes going for walks- we took him over the heath today, partly in a pushchair and partly toddling along on his own feet. He loves picking up sticks and playing with them, the occasional fir cone also provides entertainment. He's pleasingly interested when I show him buttercups and ferns, etc. and tell him their names. Today, we went over the board walk on our local mini-bog- stamping on the boards makes an interesting sound that he loves to test out. Fluffy caterpillars of fallen willow seed heads were duly played with and interesting grass stems.
We got back at just the right time to take his morning sleep (often quite a long one).
Granny and grandad are settling down to catch up on computer stuff while he's asleep.
So, I'm posting here, then catch up on a couple of morris-related emails, and then grab a snack. One of the annoying side effects of the kind of diabetes I have is that I've lost too much weight due to poor absorption of carbs. So small meals between meals become necessary.
The catch is that it can be hard to find things I want to eat. A simple sandwich is easiest, but modern bread tastes of nothing at all and has no texture. I don't look forward to eating it...
I've just persuaded my nearest and dearest that we should try Riverford's wholemeal loaf (when did you last see a 'wholemeal' loaf as opposed to a 'brown' loaf - which is every bit as bad as white bread).
They're not cheap compared to a supermarket loaf, but how does it taste?
Very good! I just tied a bit with nothing on it at all. Tasty and far more texture than supermarket bread. But as you chew it, more and more flavour comes through. Yum. Not only that, but being Riverford, it's also organic and made by a family bakery.
Even at £4 per loaf, it's something I'm definitely buying again. I can look forward to eating this - on it's own, with a little butter/vegan spread, or whatever I fancy.
This is what I want from bread. A texture that means it bounces back when you press it, that runny toppings like tahini will soak in rather then run off, and actual flavour!
Friday is Theo day. We have our toddler grandson every Friday and hand him back Saturday morning.
This is a good arrangement for all parties. He's at the age where he loves having books read to him and is starting to point to dogs and cats and say 'doh' and 'ca'.
He likes going for walks- we took him over the heath today, partly in a pushchair and partly toddling along on his own feet. He loves picking up sticks and playing with them, the occasional fir cone also provides entertainment. He's pleasingly interested when I show him buttercups and ferns, etc. and tell him their names. Today, we went over the board walk on our local mini-bog- stamping on the boards makes an interesting sound that he loves to test out. Fluffy caterpillars of fallen willow seed heads were duly played with and interesting grass stems.
We got back at just the right time to take his morning sleep (often quite a long one).
Granny and grandad are settling down to catch up on computer stuff while he's asleep.
So, I'm posting here, then catch up on a couple of morris-related emails, and then grab a snack. One of the annoying side effects of the kind of diabetes I have is that I've lost too much weight due to poor absorption of carbs. So small meals between meals become necessary.
The catch is that it can be hard to find things I want to eat.
The main thing I've been into is a serious study of Tolkien's Ring and reading H.G. Wells for the first time. I will spare you my conclusions beyond saying I take both very seriously indeed. One of the aspects which they share is that they are both strategies for handling almost unbearable grief. In Wells's Days of the Comet, the fantastic, gut-tearing paean of hope reveals the wound beneath; it is the blinded crying for light. In Tolkien the held-back cry of bitter loss becomes lacerating; it is interesting to read that his first memories were of the ravaging of his childhood lands by the devastations of the railroad, and that in his youth, by 1918, all but one of his close friends had been killed in the war. His prescription is go on, go on; it stinks, it hurts, but go on. Somehow go on. Wells goes on, too; both men are, well, sturdy. Brave, one might have said in a simpler age. Both tremble toward sentimentality, are saved at each last moment by their brilliantly observing eyes, their regard for what is, no matter how dismaying. And of course with Tolkien, the rich airy landscape of words, his almost magical grasp.I don't recall this unusual, interesting, and observant comment being quoted in the Tolkien literature before; so here it is.


Yesterday I went to London for work yesterday so had been up for 13 hours by the time I got home just in time to make dinner.
I was again this morning to travel luckily a much shorter distance for work. But still: in person, in new places, it's exhausting.
On the bus back home at lunchtime, I'd be more excited about getting there if I didn't have a couple more meetings this afternoon and a lot of tasks to pick up now that have been neglected over the last couple days while I've been busy with all this stuff.
By the time I finished work, my slight headache had turned into so much sensitivity to light and then sound that I took my migraine-y self to bed as soon as I'd managed to eat the dinner D made.
I suppose it's a very understandable time to have a migraine, but it's also very disappointing that, now that I could relax a bit, I can't even concentrate on anything, can't go to the gym like I'd been looking forward to, etc.