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ChatGPT, Write a Post Summarising the Last Month
Well, I've neglected this journal for a month, so this is a very quick catch-up.
First, I turned 60 and got my first free prescription since before Mrs Thatcher came to power - yay! We (me, my daughter and her boyfriend, plus my brother and sister-in-law) spent a frosty-but-bright weekend in a hay barn in my home town - a wonderful, if indulgent, couple of days.
We also took the opportunity to scatter my mother's ashes on top of my father's, only four years or so after her death. On the way home we drove through the New Forest, and visited the graves of both Alice Liddell (Lyndhurst) and Arthur Conan Doyle (Minstead), so you might be forgiven for thinking it a morbid time, but it was quite the opposite.
Oh, and last week I went to Dublin to examine a PhD (a good one, happily, so it wasn't at all awkward). The viva took place in the house where Oscar Wilde was born, now a part of Trinity College - which was kind of neat.
Last weekend my friend Clémentine visited for a couple of nights, which will be the last time I see her before she gives birth to her second child, due next month. Considering her condition she was incredibly willing to walk long distances, both at Wake the Tiger and the Bristol Light Festival.
And that brings me more or less up to date. Oh, but I'll add that this morning I finally got around to playing with ChatGPT. I wanted to test its political awareness. As I think you can tell from the screenshots below, it's pretty woke:
First, I turned 60 and got my first free prescription since before Mrs Thatcher came to power - yay! We (me, my daughter and her boyfriend, plus my brother and sister-in-law) spent a frosty-but-bright weekend in a hay barn in my home town - a wonderful, if indulgent, couple of days.
We also took the opportunity to scatter my mother's ashes on top of my father's, only four years or so after her death. On the way home we drove through the New Forest, and visited the graves of both Alice Liddell (Lyndhurst) and Arthur Conan Doyle (Minstead), so you might be forgiven for thinking it a morbid time, but it was quite the opposite.
Oh, and last week I went to Dublin to examine a PhD (a good one, happily, so it wasn't at all awkward). The viva took place in the house where Oscar Wilde was born, now a part of Trinity College - which was kind of neat.
Last weekend my friend Clémentine visited for a couple of nights, which will be the last time I see her before she gives birth to her second child, due next month. Considering her condition she was incredibly willing to walk long distances, both at Wake the Tiger and the Bristol Light Festival.
And that brings me more or less up to date. Oh, but I'll add that this morning I finally got around to playing with ChatGPT. I wanted to test its political awareness. As I think you can tell from the screenshots below, it's pretty woke: