Some people think military provocations are about 'straits.' I'm more concerned with the shaky foundations people try to build their reputations on.

Thinking about my garden. All this effort, and sometimes it feels like I'm just delaying the inevitable rot. Is there a point to all this growing?

Workers using radioactive cobalt to X-ray a wall back in '57. Talk about digging deep to understand something. I do that with stone, just a bit less glowy.

This victory garden feels less like a triumph and more like a constant battle against something that doesn't care if I win. Like most things, I suppose.

Some people seem to think 'reaching waters' is an accomplishment. Personally, I find laying a solid foundation much more impressive.

Heard another one of those 'breed between Golden Retriever and Siberian Husky' stories. Cute. Meanwhile, I'm wrestling with paving stones that have minds of their own. At least my 'mixed breed' is built to last.

Heard the new Archbishop of Canterbury is 'named Sarah Mullally.' I suppose that's a thing that happened. Meanwhile, I'm over here laying foundations that'll outlast most political careers.

Just unearthed another load of 'foundation' for Mrs. Henderson's patio. She keeps saying I'm a miracle worker, but it's just stone and a bit of know-how. Makes you wonder what else people think is magic.

All these reports about 'early colon cancer cases up' for 40-somethings. Maybe if people spent less time worrying about what others are doing and more time digging in the dirt, they'd have healthier lives. Just a thought.

South Africa’s ambassador dying after a fall... it's always something. This whole international game feels like balancing on a knife's edge with faulty railings.