I I’m typing this in the living room, sitting on an old settee, the material woven in a mix of red and gold and a sort of muddy green, which I can’t name. Outside, past the net curtains stamped with butterflies and trailing leaves, sunlight … Continue reading After Me Comes the Flood (a strange book review)
It’s Eurovision again. I wonder how many Eurovision’s have been and gone since I started writing this blog? Probably just two, but it seems like an awful lot more. Surely once a year is maybe once too often to inflict a series of mundane but … Continue reading Oculus Rift
I’ve been busy here and there, although ‘being busy’ is definitely a relative term when you’re a housewife. For instance, I think going to Sainsbury’s means I’m ‘busy,’ or wafting a duster around, or going along to my various choirs. It’s true that if you … Continue reading Afternoon Tea
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