Greetings from the sick bay! Honestly, small children get bugs so often that it's a good job we're not Tudors, because we'd always be hanging up herbs over the door. Since they eat a reasonable amount of fruit and veg and spend a lot of time outdoors, I have to conclude that their immune systems … Continue reading From Hay Festival, with love and venison
If you are looking for a tweed jacket or trilby hat, go to Hay Festival. It's not that there are very many tweed-and-trilby shops, but almost everyone there is wearing them. So you'll get lots of ideas, and can go home and make a Pinterest board. There are other reasons to love Hay Festival than … Continue reading Even the rain loves Hay Festival
Yesterday was the king of days. It was the super supreme of Saturdays. If the days of the week were Harry Potter actors, yesterday would've been the guy who played Neville Longbottom. In that three-piece suit. Yes? Yesterday my love and I went to the Hay Festival, and I decided it's my favourite place to … Continue reading I would like the Hay Festival to marry me. Is that awkward?
Today I died and went to heaven. It looked exactly like the Hay Festival. I know, imagine. No pearly gates at all. In all seriousness, my loves, the Hay Festival is amazing. I walked in and squealed with such intensity my whole head vibrated. I have wanted to go for years. This year we got … Continue reading The Hay festival just made my heart explode
This week, Birmingham has claimed Timothy for work purposes. Tsh. I think it's a bit of cheek, frankly. I understand that sometimes Birmingham might want a Timothy of its very own. But Henry is not sleeping very well and I'm still on a lethal cocktail of drugs, and all-in-all it's the kind of week where, left to … Continue reading And then there were two, and they talked about the Hay Festival a lot