Putting on my new so called women's watch as I look at the first pictures from the new NASA Webb Telescope

I remember picking up the folded up copy of The Sun from Pop's side table and flicking through and pausing at the horoscopes and reading what Mystic Meg had to say and paying special attention to my own sign (Pisces) even though I would have told you I didn't believe a word.

Was Mystic Meg even working for the Sun back then? I wonder. But that's how memory works sometimes, filling in the gaps of what we don't quite know with something that feels close enough. We are unreliable guides to the past.

There has been a health warning issued for this heatwave. Yesterday I swam in a river and today my shoulders are red. One star has a big impact on how we live our lives. Who knows how other rays of starlight change the future?

I nearly stayed up last night to see the first image from the Web Telescope. Instead it caught me by surprise today, interrupting my usual doom scrolling. Such a small fragment of sky filled with so many galaxies, each filled with stars and some of them with worlds and billions of years of history.

Around nine o clock yesterday evening the moon was low in the sky, big in that way that it's big when it's close to the horizon and almost full. The sky was still pretty light and the moon looked almost translucent against the pale sky. A few wisps of pinkish cloud floated past

I need to loosen the watch to almost the largest size it will go. I thought I had small wrists but I guess it depends where you are looking from. It's funny the stories we tell ourselves.