I first started blogging back in the days before facebook. It’s been pretty haphazard over the years, but I’m getting back into it now
In which I take hours to do my shopping but it’s worth it
In which I wonder who I even am
In which I see Louise Reay’s Eraserhead at Tuxedo Cat’s Broadcast Bar
In which I see Molly Taylor’s Love Letters to the Public Transport System.
In which we watch John Hinton’s Origin of Species from his Scientrilogy (highly recommended)
In which we are glad to be dry.
In which we are squooshed.
In which I am reminded that my body knows more about grief than my mind does.
In which my book is launched
In which The Mister and I fail to see eye-to-eye over the colour purple.
In which I discover that things are going okay
In which Leonard Cohen has the last word
In which I begin again
In which all that is robust is fragile too
In which there are cigarettes