When I was a child, Santa left a popcorn machine under the Christmas tree. By today’s standards it was charmingly primitive. By the standards of
Category: Adventures in my own home
String Theory in the Garden
One of my earliest memories of gardening belongs to my grandmother. She had what people call a green thumb, although I suspect it had very
From Breakfast Club to Feline Intelligence Agency
On September 1, 2022, I moved into the Frobbit House. Four years later, I realise that I didn’t simply move into a house. I moved
The Accidental Gardener
My earliest memory of a garden takes me back to Thika, Kenya, where I followed my mother around the family garden while she inspected vegetables
Trust & Transparency: AI in Customer Service
When was the last time you called your internet or mobile phone provider and spoke directly with a receptionist? Chances are you didn’t. Instead, you
Packing for More Than a Holiday
I have moved seventeen times in my life. Each move taught me something different, but they all shared one lesson in common: every relocation is
