I fail at clocking (also cooking)

So, even more Turkmenistan, all just in the most recent couple of entries.  Very weird.
May be a bot.  Or something.
Too much accessing the same entry hour after hour to be a person who has VPN'd to Turkmenistan.  My blog is too dull for even me to be rereading it.

Anyway, got to class having done my tutorial sheet.  We got pared off and had to get to know the person we were paired with enough to introduce them to the class.  I was sitting by one of the who other guys in the tutorial so had to chat to him for a bit and then introduce him.  I did so, but not how I would have if I had known things I learned later in the class.  At the end of the class he was talking about how he was trans.  I had not spotted that at all.  And may have overemphasised his "he, him" pronouns as I just thought he was a camp voiced little homo cis-guy.  Now it seems like I was pointing out that he was a trans-guy, when I had no idea at all.
So I felt like a bit of a dick.
Especially as I may have mansplained binders, based purely on second-hand information from many years ago.

On the way home I bought a huge broccoli from Hintons and got home to make broccoli and bacon soup, because I found out my D&D game was cancelled so the soup I had intended to slowcook overnight needed put on earlier.
I grated a chunk of my hand into in while I was grating the broccoli stalk.  Bandaged it up and got back to things.  Got distracted by how much I was bleeding through the band-aid and covered my other hand in boiling water.
It was not ideal.
So I stood for a while with one hand under the running cold tap and the other one dripping blood onto the kitchen floor.
Like a motherfucking champion of cookery.
The soup was not cooked by dinner time, the barley was still far too solid.

Fortunately my father asked me out for dinner.
We attempted to go to the Speight's Ale House, as Shitlord doesn't work Wednesday (or at least didn't back when I was informed on things).  But it had no tables.  So we went to Great Taste instead.  A buffet that has got even worse since the last time I was there.  Should now be written off as a COVID-19 risk, and also not worth going to anyway.

I do miss Speight's Ale House lamb shanks, I also miss some of the people I had befriended there (though that part is not so repairable through personal bravery).