All posts filed under: The Nest


I counted the number of plants we have. Because I think if you want to calculate your wealth it probably comes down to one thing. Happiness. And if you want to calculate happiness it probably looks something like this.

Not quite green and gold

I’ve been having a bit of a mustard moment recently. Couple that with a healthy belief that our walls are too white, and it seemed for a while somewhat inevitable that we would very soon have a mustard coloured living room, and a fairly unhappy Andy (I assume unhappy, because, let’s be honest, mustard really isn’t an always and everywhere colour). 

A Kind of Calder

Last month was undoubtedly, the worst month of my Phd so far. Germany is good, don’t get me wrong, but experimental science can be the most heartbreaking of quests. The worst part is when the input doesn’t equal the output. When things don’t work, and you don’t know why. At these times, we scientists unanimously turn to our other lives. We swear to become bakers. Crochet tiny animals from twine. Start knitting, drawing, felting, sewing. And grand desserts parade from our kitchen. And the freezer is full of falafel. And the house never looked so clean. We want to do something, that does something. That produces a tangible product. Like a mobile!