Being here
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground. What …
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground. What …
As Lynsey has already shared, we hadn’t planned on being home for Christmas. After only one day away we discovered we couldn’t continue to our …
Our conservatory windows were hidden under layers of grime courtesy of the equinoctial gales. I gave them a wash a few days ago. The change …
lying down with quilts over the head such a cold night — Basho As if to celebrate the long weekend (more, more) the roof was …
In the beginning was an idea. Not a meeting. A conference. A discussion. Anything. Things get started with an idea, and then usually one person …
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