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"Hate brings views": Confessions of a London fake news TikToker:

London is being used as the backdrop for inaccurate viral videos that reach enormous audiences around the world by playing into the worst stereotypes about the capital.

This was an investigation into one man who was doing this thing:
Last summer, the man says, he found himself sitting in his car, analysing trends on TikTok. His day job was conducting viewings for an estate agency but he was trying to come up with an idea for a viral video account that could be run as a money-making side-hustle.
“I was thinking of unique videos I can do for people,” he says on the tape.
That’s when he had a brainwave: “Hate brings views.”
At that time protests outside asylum hotels were spreading across the country. The man says he noticed “far-right people” were among the most engaged on TikTok. They were easy to rile up: “They hate such videos of illegal migrants. I was like, why not?”
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The TikToker appears to have no concept of the potential real-world impact of his uploads, instead considering everything in terms of view counts and pieces of content.

So he made fake videos about immigrants being housed in prime properties, to which he had access through his job.

He had originally found he could make money through posting videos on TikTok but 'TikTok immediately deleted his account because he was just stealing other people’s videos and reposting them'.

There seems to be just a total disconnect going on in the guy's mind (or he's just ethically vacuous) and generally he does not appear the sharpest blade in the drawer:

Despite fostering online hatred, the man recorded.... insists he doesn’t personally share the views expressed on his TikTok account. Instead, he suggests his fake anti-migrant house tour videos were just a way to game the algorithm, build an audience, and hopefully make money.

He's also
baffled. He can’t understand how London Centric traced his anonymous hate-filled London TikTok account back to his employer by geolocating the wheelie bins in his videos.
“I thought no one’s gonna notice that,” he says. “Why would someone?”

As if people aren't doing this sort of thing all the time.

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Feb. 12th, 2026 10:01 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] lenores_raven and [personal profile] lindra!
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We had some stormy weather last night so I went to see if anyone interesting had blown in. The Bufflehead had not been reported immediately previously but the Hooded Merganser girl gang (probably Winter residents), the Mallards, and the Pied-billed Grebes were all expected birds. The only surprise to me was a juvenile Double-crested Cormorant; I would love to know where they were hatched. The list: )

I'm not too sure of that list. Was I not paying attention? It's hard to believe there were no Yellow-rumped Warblers around the Lake, but there were periods of extreme wind, so who knows? From there I drove down to Creekside Park, Alameda County, where there were lots of Yellow-rumped Warblers! It was fixin' to rain when I arrived, and after some beautiful moments of sunshowers, standing under a huge oak watching fine rain blown around and shining in the sun, as I left it began to rain in earnest. Nothing specially interesting there. The Oak Titmice were singing but the Lesser Goldfinches were still flocking rather than pairing up. The list: )

Again, this list seemed lacking, but maybe it was just that sort of day.
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I made a third, failed attempt to see the Green-tailed Towhee at Damon Slough but as so often, there were good birds and I enjoyed myself. The tide was about half down and there were an overwhelming number of shorebirds. I did not make a list for the seasonal wetlands, where there were a few ducks but a great many Long-billed Dowitchers, all of whom flew over to the mud along the Slough where I was standing. I id'd them, Long-billed versus Short-billed, by call, comparing their calls to Sibley's recordings. I don't think they are often id'd by sight; in the hand, sure, but not in the field. Weirdly, it didn't occur to me at the time to check merlin, although later I noticed that it agreed. Scattered amongst the Dowitchers were a few Willets, Marbled Godwits, American Avocets, and Black-necked Stilts, and this was just a peripheral feeding area. When I'd given up on the Green-tailed Towhee I walked over to the viewing platform that looks out on a large expanse of freshly uncovered mud, finding all those plus Dunlin, Least Sandpipers, Black Turnstones, and Black-bellied Plovers, with an array of gulls and terns behind them. It was impressive. The list: )

I hope the rain this week will revive the Garretson Point seasonal wetland as well as Berkeley Meadow. I'm going to wait til next week to go and see, though.

What I am reading Wednesday

Feb. 11th, 2026 07:00 pm
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What I Didn't Finish Reading
A Legacy of Honour by Elizabeth Moon. I picked this because it was the biggest in my dead tree book to read pile. Which is because it's an omnibus of two 450 page books. I made it 93 pages into the first one and although it was fine to read it was just boring. Nothing interesting happened. And judging by the summary it's possible something interesting could happen in the middle of the second book. So I gave up.

Sheepfarmer's Daughter by Elizabeth Moon. This is from the same series as the above, but set a long time later. I didn't make it as far in because it became clear it was going to be all military and fighting and I'm just not interested. I also have book three in the series, so I didn't even need to start that to remove it from my to read pile.

What I Just Finished Reading
Irresponsible Adult by Lucy Dillon. This was the one I'd read the first chapter of last time and didn't think much of it. I looked at the summary again and thought it will probably get interesting. And then by chapter 3 it was so interesting I couldn't put it down. The author has written other books, so that's more to read - although it's general fiction, so has to be read sparingly or it gets too samey.

Trust & Safety by Laura Blackett and Eve Gleichman. I have no idea why this was on my wishlist. I didn't know after I'd read the summary and I still don't know after I've read the book. It was described as a romcom, but it wasn't particularly rom and definitely wasn't at all com, but it was all right.

How Did All This Happen? By John Bishop. I heard recently there's going to be a film based on his life and I know very little about him, so I thought this book will tell me why this comedian specifically. And I still don't know. Nor do I know how I know him, because I've definitely not seen him live and he doesn't really do panel shows (I'm not including Doctor Who here because I knew him before he was on that). The book was interesting, it was just that his story wasn't particularly different from a lot of other comedians really.

What I'm Currently Reading
The Girls Who Went to War by Duncan Barrett and Nuala Calvi. I am really enjoying this. It's about three women who each joined a different branch of the armed forces during the war. It's about what they did and how they got on etc.

What I'm Reading Next
The Hotel Avocado by Bob Mortimer. I don't know anything about this book, but I know that Bob Mortimer is funny. So I'm hoping I like it, but feel like I've had some bad luck with books recently so I am worrying that I won't.

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What I read

Finished Cakes and Ale, which is partly that early C20th litfic convention of a first-person narrator who just happens be around to hear a lot about the actual protags and the plot or at critical moments of same, but actually complicates it with Ashenden knowing that Rosie is not actually dead as everyone else supposes. Not sure the ending really worked.

I then, having got into an Edwardian/Georgian novelist rhythm, went 'ah! time for some Arnold Bennett! the one about the hotel', except I picked up The Grand Babylon Hotel (1902), which is 1900s thriller hijinx mode with European royalty shenanigans, false identities, etc etc (though I was wondering whether it might adapt into a screwball comedy movie?), and wasn't actually the one I'd read many years ago that I was thinking of.

Which was Imperial Palace (1930), which struck me as, although lacking the highspeed thriller plot element, remarkably like D Francis in its fascination for infrastructure (in this case, running a luxury hotel in London) and competence porn. The running-the-hotel bits and the trials posed for the new supervising housekeeper are, perhaps, at least these days, more interesting than the bits involving Hotel Manager and Rich Man's Daughter Gracie. To give her (and actually, Bennett as author) her due, she is not, whereas she would be in a lot of novels by his contemporaries, an unmitigated bitch (Aldous Huxley's Lucy Tantamount) or a tragic bitch (Michael Arlen's Iris Storm), she has some good points and was a competent racing driver, but she is still annoyingly entitled and egocentric.

I took a break from this because I suddenly had a whim to re-read Mary Renault, The King Must Die (1958) for the first time in absolute yonks. You know, Mary, the sexism and misogyny is not entirely just being Accurate for Period, is it, hmmmm? There is some great stuff in there, but.

On the go

Imperial Palace is very long, and still on the go.

Up next

I think I am up for some Agatha Christie, seriously.

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Audiobook narrated by Dominic West.

Clem used to be in charge of policing in the sleepy northern village of Watersmeet, now he’s 62 and a special constable, working under a boss who hates him. The feeling is mutual, but Clem gets on with being a community copper and puts up with it for the sake of his job. It’s all he has left since his wife died. A pair of grisly murders within a few days of each other sets the whole village in an uproar. Regional police get involved and there’s a lot of posturing and media preening from Clem’s superiors. They’re sure it’s a drug-gang to blame, but Clem knows better. A little girl sees a monster lurking in her back garden and Clem goes in search of answers. Could a local legend be true? Is the River Man on the prowl, and if so how can Clem prevent more deaths? Suspended from his job over a disagreement, he takes matters into his own hands. It’s his village and he’s going to sort it whatever the challenges. This is a murder mystery with supernatural elements. Dominic West reads this brilliantly; the characters are well delineated and the pacing is spot-on. An excellent listen.


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Audiobook narrated by Michael Page

This is a revisit of one of my favourite books via Audible. Set is a second-world in a city not unlike pre-industrial Venice with alchemy and one specific type of magic, the Gentlemen Bastards are thieves with a difference, and Locke Lamora, The Thorn of Camorr, is their leader. He’s got a devious mind and a talent for deception and false-facing. Unlike the other cutpurse gangs, the Gentlemen Bastards have been educated by (the late) Father Chains to be more ambitious, and to run elaborate cons. This they hide from Capa Barsavi, the city’s crime boss and their supposed overlord, but when the Grey King starts to murder Barsavi’s gang-leaders, Locke and his little gang are dropped in it up to their necks and beyond. While trying to run a con to part a wealthy Don from his money Locke gets involved in both sides of the Grey King’s plans, and the Grey King has a Bonds Mage at his beck and call, a man so powerful that he can kill with a thought. Caught between the Grey King and the city’s Spider (head of the Duke’s Midnighters) Locke and his gang are in big trouble. There are plenty of exciting twists, and Locke goes through the mill (several times). Michael Page reads this well enough, though I could have wished for a little more excitement in the voice, to match Locke’s mercurial personality.


Booklog 15/26: Peter Bradshaw: Mercy

Feb. 10th, 2026 10:13 pm
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Audiobook narrated by Joanna Scanlon and others.

A short, darkly comic soliloquy from Allison, an elderly-care nurse on the cusp of requirement. She reflects on her life and nursing career, her previous partners and the gambling ring she ran in the hospital. And then there’s the analgesics… There’s a twist. Joanna Scanlon narrates, with other narrators doing voices.


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Audiobook narrated by James Anderson Foster

Media tie-in of one of my favourite TV series, Firefly, masterminded by Joss Whedon. Captain Mal Reynolds is kidnapped from a rough bar on Persephone and spirited away to a kangaroo court of Browncoats who’ve been told he’s a traitor. The crew, Zoe, Wash, Book, Jane, Simon and River scurry about trying to find a clue as to where he’s gone, while on board Serenity, five crates of dangerously volatile mining explosives are heating up towards a big bang. James Anderson Foster narrates the story well.


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Audiobook narrated by Kaylin Heath

Fairy-tale-ish story about Rhea, a low-born miller’s daughter, who is engaged to be married to sorcerer Lord Crevan against her wishes. When he demands she come to his strange house in the woods she discovers he already has six wives, only one of which is dead. Befriended by the wife-cook who used to be a witch, Rhea discovers that Crevan takes something from each wife, witchy power from the cook, sight from one of the others. He’s planning to take Rhea’s youth just as soon as they are married. However she can put off the awful day if she completes each of the strange tasks he gives her. This strains Rhea’s resourcefulness to the limits as, aided by a clever hedgehog, she completes task by task – until there’s one she will not complete and the wedding looms. Rhea has to rally the remaining wives and visit the Clock Wife in order to defeat Crevan. Kaylin Heath does a good job on the narration.


Dental double date

Feb. 10th, 2026 04:55 pm
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I was going to say 'double whammy' but in fact the general checkup and hygienist session both went off without any undue issues.

Going down the road to get to the Tube there was some kind of filming going on round about the parade of shops opposite the playing field - I did not linger as it was entirely chokka with mysterious vehicles and equipment.

Dentist, as stated, could not find anything wrong but has recommended some Extra Speshul Toothpaste, which normally you have to have a prescription for but they were able to sell me a couple of tubes.... not literally under the counter.

New hygienist, and as is the wont of hygienists, they have their own way of doing things - I was not expecting the whooshy water thing so early in the game - and also they find something that no other hygienist has noted that one should be doing, in this case involving a rare and unusual kind of toothbrush (which I have managed to source via eBay).

I was intending combining this jaunt with a couple of errands in Camden Town.

May I say I was deeply unimpressed with what Rymans has to offer in the way of seasonal cards, I thought they would have a far large selection. Managed to find something, but, grump.

Buying something from the pharmacy counter in Boots was stuck behind somebody apparently stocking up possibly for an expedition into the wilderness.

The threatened rain did indeed come on as I emerged from Boots, I had hoped that my weather app was looking on the gloomy side.

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Feb. 10th, 2026 09:30 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] mal1!

2/9/2026 Lower Packrat Trail

Feb. 9th, 2026 06:32 pm
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There were indeed a lot of American Robins in Wildcat Canyon this morning.:) U reported seventy, and there seemed like that many Lesser Goldfinches, given how much chatter and song we heard. I missed the Townsend's Warbler and a White-throate Sparrow that U and Chris saw on Upper Packrat but heard a Pacific Wren and heard/saw two Allen's Hummingbirds that they did not. The second Allen's was feeding on and defending a big ribes that we've always checked out when walking the upper trail, but he wasn't visible when they went by. The list: )

A pair of Mallards flew in, landing on Jewel Lake with two quiet splashes while I was sitting on the bench waiting for U and Chris, so that was convenient.
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Too busy trying to extend their lifespans to, you know, actually Have A Life?

The troubling rise of longevity fixation syndrome: ‘I was crushed by the pressure I put on myself’

One is actually surprised that this guy does in fact go for an evening out in a restaurant with his husband, even if he does exhaustively research it first and pre-order (and then melt down when it comes to him RONG):

He painstakingly monitored what he ate (sometimes only organic, sometimes raw or unprocessed; calories painstakingly counted), his exercise regime (twice a day, seven days a week), and tracked every bodily function from his heart rate to his blood pressure, body fat and sleep “schedule”. He even monitored his glucose levels repeatedly throughout the day. “I was living by those numbers,” he says.

One wonders if there is any place for Ye Conjugalz with hubby or is that losing Precious Bodily Fluids and all the other ills once ascribed to sexual indulgence.

And, indeed, tempted to say, it just feels like living for ever....

With a side of, austere regimes have been followed by religious devotees for centuries but that was for life everlasting in the next, not this, right?

But, honestly, surely it is possible to lead a healthy life which is not actually purgatorial - see also this Why has food become another joyless way to self-optimise?. Thinking back to the delicious healthy nosh at Grayshott of beloved nostalgic memories - along with the lovely treatments etc.

Okay, there are some dietary things I do because I do not particularly have to think about them, but that is because I made certain decisions back when, and e.g. I have my nice tasty home-made muesli of a morning with its healthy oats and linseed and nuts and it is an established pattern but it is a pleasure to eat.

2/8/2026 Inspiration Trail

Feb. 8th, 2026 03:36 pm
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Despite good weather and a forty-one species list, the morning never quite made it to wonderful. No mixed flock, no phoebes, and the only raptor was a last-minute Turkey Vulture. The morning started with American Robins flying in from the East to the trees and snags on the ridge crest. They seemed to come in groups of ten, lots of chirping and some singing; I put the number at fifty, but there were probably many more. A couple of hours later, on return, there were only a few. We'll see how many there are down in Wildcat Canyon tomorrow. I also saw a small flock of Cedar Waxwings, also flying west. There have been so few this season. There was a new arrival, though, the first Tree Swallow I've had up there. The list: )

There were many frustrations (merlin a major source) but the worst was standing in the trail under a wooded hillside, hearing the sound of many small wings, and not being quick enough to see what flew over before they were behind the ridge. Red-winged Blackbirds, possibly, but I'll never know.

Culinary

Feb. 8th, 2026 06:26 pm
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Last week's bread held out very well and there was even enough crust left to cut up and fry with onion and garlic to make frittata for Friday night supper.

Saturday breakfast rolls: basic buttermilk, 3:1 strong white/buckwheat flour (I was actually going to do rye, but it was rather long past its best before).

Today's lunch: this was actually a change of plan, because for last night's evening meal we had Waitrose Slow-Cooked Gammon Shank which turned out to be Rather A Lot, so quite a bit left over, which I therefore recycled into a sort-of cassoulet-type-thing with Belazu Judion Butter Beans, garlic, thyme, and panko crumbs; served with tenderstem broccoli tips, trimmed fine green beans and chopped Romano peppers white-braised, but with lazy chopped ginger rather than star anise for a change, and chestnut mushrooms sauteed somewhat after the recipe in Dharamjit Singh's Indian Cookery, with onion salt, ground black pepper, basil, a dash of cayenne, and lime juice.

A Georgian Mystery: Part One

Feb. 8th, 2026 05:17 pm
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On my birthday a couple of weeks ago - which I celebrated with friends and a buffet lunch of haggis, salmon, karaage and Waldorf salad (the company was harmonious but eclectic) - my cousin (3rd once removed) Michael arrived with more family documents. Since then I've been reading as time has allowed. It's such a rich store! All the generations from Weedens I-III are well represented, by letters and other kinds of material. (I single out 12-year-old Weeden III's detailed journal of a holiday taken in Margate in 1818 as a document of particular charm.) Some mysteries have been unravelled, others ravelled all the more. It will probably take me years to do it justice, but along the way I'll add some highlights here that I think may be of wider interest.

In the next couple of entries I'll be looking at the children of the first Weeden Butler (1742-1823). Of the four that grew to adulthood, we've already met two: Weeden II (1772-1831), whose children's letters occupied the last few family entries and who took over the Chelsea school in 1814 on his father's retirement; and his high-achieving brother George (1774-1853), who was Senior Wrangler at Cambridge, Headmaster of Harrow, Dean of Peterborough, and became the patriarch of a whole dynasty of academics, lawyers and politicians culminating in Rab Butler.

They had a younger brother, John, who lived less than 18 months, and then two more siblings: Charles (1777-1814) and Harriot (1779-1846). It's about these youngest two that I want to write, for each, in their own way, holds a mystery. In Charles's case the mystery is public, and surrounds the circumstances of his death, when the East Indiaman "William Pitt" (of which he was master) was lost with all hands off the coast of Algoa Bay in the Eastern Cape. I've long known of this tragedy as a bald fact, but now I have the letters and speculations that surrounded the event. There's a lot, and it will take some time to get it into a state that can be usefully summarised. But I promise I'll get there, and that it will be worth it.

For now, let's turn to Harriot, whose mystery is more private. I have no letters from her, nor picture neither, just references to her by a series of other authors - references that leave enough gaps to allow for multiple interpretations. Perhaps it's best to lay out the evidence first - which may be supplemented as I work through the many letters, etc., now in my possession.

Some early references to Harriot come from the letters of Pierce Butler (no relation) the American senator and Founding Father, whose son Thomas was attending Weeden I's school at the time. In August 1787, he takes a few minutes away from attending the Constitutional Convention to praise the eight-year-old Harriot's progress in writing: "The rapid progress she has made is amazing, and must give great delight to her good parents." Another letter, sent when Harriot is 14, makes reference to a serious illness, without specifying its nature.

So far, so standard. However, in April 1803, the month after their mother's death, Charles records in a letter to his elder brother Weeden II a disturbing incident, witnessed by his bride-to-be Fanny in the Cheyne Walk house:

Today I had the Pleasure of seeing our dearest, only Parent now left on earth, & found him, as well as Harriet & Fanch [?] quite well. Poor dear Henny [Harriot] however on Tuesday went off in a very strong hysterical fit, when coming down stairs & alarm’d my father who was coming with her extremely. You may judge of Fanny’s situation, who told me she felt even more apprehensive for my father, who had become as white as a sheet, knowing that Harriet would shortly come too [sic], but fearful lest the shock might have overcome him! When at Chelsea I did not hear a word of this from my Father & did not wish to recal [sic] the memory of it to him. They talk of Henny’s going away for a short Time, till her Spirits get stronger & I think, if she could get to Mrs Yeo’s [?] Clifton, the Jaunt & Residence there would be a delightful thing for her. Our dear Father, was apparently perfectly composed and cheerful, but had, perceptibly, suffered much. He could not sleep after the surprise. Miss S. Giberne had been out in the morning in Chelsea & I conjecture the similarity of situation, tho’ at a distant Period, had worked upon Harriet’s mind, naturally very susceptible & now with too just a cause rendered almost helpless. She however was quite compose’d yesterday & had had Miss Slater with her all the morning. I was extremely hurt at the account, as the last letter I had receiv’d mention’d that every thing was going on so very well.


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(Clifton, then near rather than part of, Bristol, was at this time a spa town, a rival to the longer-established Hotwells at the bottom of the hill.)

Harriot was sufficiently recovered to be a witness at Charles and Fanny's wedding the following year, in any case. The next glimpse of her is on 10 January 1822, also in a letter to Weeden II. This time the writer is his other brother, George, who has just seen her in Clifton. The immediate context is that their father, the elder Weeden, is to turn 80 later that year and has been drafting some changes to his will. That's a story I may return to on another occasion, but what concerns us here is the plan for Harriot's inheritance, which Weeden has decided to put into the hands of trustees - an idea George heartily approves of.

To Harriet £500, “in the hands of Trustees;” this trust seems to be very essential in her case. For I regret to say, that her conduct at Clifton has of late been more extravagant than heretofore: she has now quitted Mrs Scriven, & is under the same roof with my father, waiting there until some satisfactory arrangement can be made for her separate maintenance.


Harriot also pops up in the letters between Weeden II's children, if somewhat tantalisingly. On 23rd February 1824, by which time the elder Weeden was six months dead and Harriot had presumably come into her trustee-managed inheritance, sixteen-year-old Anne writes to Weeden III:

One thing, which I think you will be surprised to hear, is that Aunt Harriet is coming to stay a few days with us at Chelsea soon. I am not quite sure of this yet, and therefore do not mention that I have told you, as I may be thought medling [sic]. If I hear any more about it I will tell you in my next letter.


When I first read this, I wondered why an aunt coming to stay should be surprising news or require such diplomacy.

Finally, Annie Robina Butler, the daughter of Anne and Weeden's brother Tom, wrote in her 1907 biography of her father that when he was living in Cheyne Walk in the 1840s and having to provide for a growing family on a small salary, one of his responsibilities was the care of an "invalid aunt." This was of course Harriot, who spent the last few years of her life in the house where she was born, dying there in 1846.

Annie Robina would have been just five at the time of Harriot's death, so although she lived in the same house for several years her memory of her aunt, and of the nature of her invalidism, would probably have been a little hazy - nor would she necessarily have wished to share it with her child readers. Was it physical? Mental? Both?

Harriot passes elusively through these various pieces of evidence. The reading of least resistance is that she suffered from what her contemporary Jane Austen might have seen as an excess of sensibility, leading to a degree of mental instability. That seems strongly implied by Charles's letter in particular, and confirmed in George's - although the latter is ambiguous as to the form of Harriet's "extravagance": is he referring to her use of money, as the financial context might suggest, or also to her behaviour? She doesn't appear to have been confined to anything as hardcore as an asylum, but I wonder what the Clifton regimes of Mrs Yeo or Mrs Scriven were like - were they normal lodging houses or something more like sanatoria?

Again, was Harriot's condition (whatever it was) with her from the beginning, or was it triggered - or at least worsened - by some kind of traumatic event? Charles's suggestion that "the similarity of situation, tho’ at a distant Period, had worked upon Harriet’s mind", suggests something of the kind. At first I thought that it must be a reference to their mother's death. Perhaps "Miss S. Giberne" (probably Sally Sophia Giberne, an older cousin born in 1764) reminded Harriot of their mother, who had been a Giberne herself? But their mother's death had occured just a few weeks earlier, not at a "distant Period".

Armchair diagnosis is a mug's game, but it's also the only game in town, apart from minding one's own business - which is of course unthinkable.

Garage

Feb. 7th, 2026 09:04 pm
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The garage is as near to completion as it will be until the spring, after we finally got the people door properly painted and installed. There was a major delay there - it should have been done in mid December, except the door was delivered NOT painted and had to go back to the manufacturer because installing a bare untreated wood door in winter would be a very bad idea. And then nothing happened over Christmas and New Year, obviously, so it was actually the end of January when it came back. (And then it was another 2 weeks before I got around to making this post, because I've been in Writing Mode.)

It doesn't look it here because of the sunlight, but the people door is actually the same colour as the garage door, and the outside lights were installed at the same time too. So it's now a fully functional garage. The outside walls will be painted later in the year when it's not so cold and wet, so that the paint will actually dry, and the green roof planting still needs to be done. And after the roof is done, we can get the planting on the slopes alongside it done. But we can at least put a car in it now!



The garage door opener inside has a red light on it, so at night you can see a red glow through the upper windows and it looks like a portal to hell. Keep out if you value your life 😁

2/7/2026 César Chavez Park

Feb. 7th, 2026 04:16 pm
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There's been a White-winged Scoter hanging out with a flock of Surf Scoters off César Chavez. U got a look at it yesterday so I decided to go down today. But while I followed several flotillas of Scoters I don't think I found it. One apparently good candidate seemed to have a flash of white on their wing when they flew off, but they landed too far out for me to keep watching. I had a good time, though. This Winter there are two Burrowing Owls along the NE edge of the park, and while I could not find the one I saw last time, amongst the rocks, a second bird was sitting at the mouth of their burrow in plain sight. East to see and easy to point out to passersby hoping to see an owl. The real fun for me, though was just a little further on, when I saw a bird I did not immediately recognize sitting on a rock. They vocalized briefly and bobbed up and down a little, but mostly assumed a sun bathing stance in a slight hollow. After a false start I tried the wrens, and yes, a Rock Wren in César Chavez Park. Turns out this is the second Winter one has been here, likely the same bird. It's always interesting when this happens. The list: )

U had alerted me to singing Savannah Sparrows, and I heard two, one of whom was singing from the top of a bright red hydrant. Very effective.

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