Weeknotes 089: Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an English mum
3 July 2022
Weeknotes 088: And now we’re three
Every day has finished with me thinking if you can’t enjoy the good days, what’s the point? In other words, a good week. It kicked off with the
Weeknotes 090: I’m a dancing sausage.
Brown lawns and butter that’s softer than bread. Deadened by summer heat. A torpid evening in the garden, glad for a full weekend behind us after a