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Ruben Hillier

Hi I am Ruben Hillier. My handle, since back in the day, is tregeagle. My pronouns are he/him.

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Live edit text in your web-browser Just a quick post to remind myself of the data URI scheme . This is something I should be incredibly familiar with given my history of work but I am mostly clueless. This morning I have been helping my partner compose a bunch of words. The process has involved lots of to and fro...
Back in early 2017 Re and I made a five year plan. It was vague and mainly concerned with paying off our mortgage. I had not had a mortgage for 15 years and was quite upset with the feeling that I was going rapidly backwards financially. No turnips involved, honest We made the plan to pay our house off within 5...
Brokers | Research | Yachts | Designers | inspiration | forums | redtape On my bookshelf I have an old copy of Bristows Book of Yachts . It travelled with me, 26 years ago, from the UK to Australia. It has always been a reminder of a path I have not yet travelled, that of getting my own boat to live aboard. I long...
A map of St Anthony As a child, shortly after I had lost my golden mantle of 'the-youngest', my father would take my two brothers and I to St Anthony. My Dad had made several 'shrimping nets' which we would push around knee deep in the cold numbing, esturine water. We would catch tiny shrimps amongst the muddy...
I went for a bicycle ride this morning. Our town is in lockdown accordingly we may exercise within a 5km radius of our homes. I did not know where to ride. Without a thought I headed north-west to the graveyard. On the way I pedalled along the street where all the Aboriginal families live. I like that street because...
Last week I was on leave from work. On Saturday morning I packed a tent and sleeping bag onto my bicycle. By lunchtime it was obvious that our region was going into lockdown. So, I unpacked everything and settled into a week of being a home-body. I long for the horizon but cannot seem to start the journey. Bike I...
I've not been a good friend. I did not send cards or presents. I moved around the globe and did not stay in contact. I have become older and regrettably maudlin about Cornwall and my old friends. I have gone home for intermittent visits. We have awkward conversations remembering awkward times, seperate lifetimes...
I have recently begun a coffee lent, which means I start the day with a headache. It took a bit of effort to motivate myself to go for a bicycle ride yesterday. The extreme heat of summer has eased off which means I can go outside without getting crispy. Taking plenty of water and a sturdy repair kit I headed out. I...
I saw a comment online somewhere. Someone was complaining how anyone will share any activity on Strava these days. They said they had seen somebody sharing their Housework activity. I did not read anymore. It annoyed me for some reason. During the night my slow brain surfaced my annoyance and untangled it. I am a...
My apologies, the site looks a bit of a mess at the moment. I am rewriting the html template and making use of simple.css which I quite like. I want the underlying HTML to also be simple. I made a start but simply ran out of time. I'll have another tilt at it later. I'm sure you'll manage with the ugly formatting...
I visited a doctor about my susceptibility to surfers ear. I had been idly wondering if grommets would improve them and perhaps the GP or an ear specialist would be able to offer some suggestions. The GP had nothing to say on the matter but her eyes lit up when she noticed that I was now over 50. "It is time for you...
When I'm out and about and find I want to remember something I used to write it on a scrap of paper. I would later discover these obtuse numbers, words or mind-maps scrawled on torn scraps of paper or cardboard. Or, worse, soft pellets of inky paper in my pockets after washing my clothes. Now, probably like the rest...

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