(If you don't know the origin of that quote, get yourself to a copy of You've Got Mail and don't come out till you've finished, thank you very much.) You know, I have been struggling to write this blog lately. Sometimes I have blocks of silence where no words come, and all I can hear … Continue reading Hahpy Thanksgibing Bahk!
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