I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November. That is the time for me. I’ll go out in the frosty dark
This post is brought to you by, having a think in the bath over a chat with a friend. Dear Parts, thank you all for being here today. Dear Body, thank you for being here and being healthy. I didn’t
A genuine gem, pure joy to witness.
This is also a summary of what I have been up to besides disinfecting high touch surfaces and general cleaning.