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.
Sunday 6 January 2019
Oh . . . can't she just say
"Sorry - bit of a fuck-up. Really? we can come back in? Great. Phew! Here's the letter" - Riiiiiiiiip. "There. Done. Re-bonjour, re-hello, re guten-tag, re-groeting, re-hola, re-salve", etc, etc . . .