Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Friday 25 December 2009
And goodwill to all men
Even to Ezra who woke us up crashing about at 5.00 am — still, I'm sure we all did the same at eleven years old.
Excellent Christmas day. Brilliant presents all round, lunch in the sun, walk above Limoux, far too much chocolate and a viewing of an awful 'Carry On' film from Ezra's stocking.