It's an odd thing. The light, the temperature, the length of the day is like late October or early November. But what I'd receive in the autumn as a deep sense of comfort feels, in February, somehow desolate
I always find Christmas decorations in January strangely sad and somehow brave. I'm glad people are sticking it out till 12th Night here.
Worried I'll be late for work
A single blossom on the Strawberry Tree of Waterlow Park this morning
Happy new year! I am starting 2023 with a bath, a pot of tea and a newspaper
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! MySpace!
Just popping to America, anyone want anything?
Not of crashing. Just...stuff. Distance and complication. Leaving my absurd cat. Admin. Awayness. I'm 35 and sensible.
