In the laundry
In which, doing the laundry, I catch sight of my younger self, struggle with Monty Pythonesque machinery and read poetry.
In which, doing the laundry, I catch sight of my younger self, struggle with Monty Pythonesque machinery and read poetry.
I can’t write without a nice cup of tea – or at least the promise of one as a reward. A quick review of my relationship to the Brits’ national beverage.
Meeting January in Brussels – an update to the website describing our geographical relocation and demonstrating good intentions to update monthly in 2015.