Because when you leave Twitter you can’t say on Twitter that you’ve left Twitter, because you’ve left Twitter already so there’s no place to say it on Twitter.
She makes the crêpe so impassively. Everything from taking my order to handing me my change is done without any emotion. She pays me so little…
To have time to make soup, that’s a good weekend.
All attention on a spoon and saucepan and away from other clutter.
It’s not a stressful thing, soup. Not like a cooked breakfast which needs careful timing to get eggs, toast, sausages and tea all ready at…
A few things I want to do this coming year. They’re going in public so I’m more likely to get them done.
I’ve been inspired by seeing Grayson Perry’s exhibition at The Arnolfini, Bristol. The sheer amount of creative, thoughtful work from the past 18 months alone; multiple…
This morning I went for a six mile walk. As I was coming out of the village I met a lady and her dog. The dog, brown and white with a friendly face, came over and looked around me expectantly for where my dog friend was. She seemed surprised I was out walking without one. I liked that dog.
I’m in France with books which have (mostly) been lent to me and in return I’ve lent some back. If anyone else fancies doing a book swap, I’ll happily buy the ones I don’t already own and can send them on (or any others). I…