Harry Dymond is a man who notices the little things and tries to fix them. Like a dripping tap, or a box left behind in a skip. Unfortunately, he’s not so good at the big things, like seeing any purpose in life after retirement, or working out why his wife is on the point of leaving him. Then things get interesting. Way too interesting.
A freelancer's blog
“Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.”
Buying spices in the supermarket always feels harder than it should be. I know they’re alphabetically ordered, so I look for basil between allspice and cinnamon, but fail to find it. Then I look down and see basil on a completely different shelf. I vaguely wonder why it’s on a different shelf, but I rationalise it away: “Maybe it’s a different brand or something.”
I’ve always tried to avoid blogging about the law. I’m wary of looking like That Guy, the one who thinks that a mixture of received wisdom and googling makes you practically a barrister because hey, this law stuff is easy. It’s a fine line between contributing to an online debate and suddenly turning into the Queen’s Counsel of the Comments Section, saying things like “I think you’ll find that’s technically assault,” when you really have no clue. It’s easier to steer clear of the whole subject. But... you can guess what’s coming next, can’t you? I’ve changed my mind.