I need to do something with the strawflowers; I need to trim the red and white twine off what was once an advent calendar but should now just be a wreath. What luck when negligence looks nice regardless.

And as with those before- we did our best, falling hard into well earned beds come evening.

A bookmark discovered in pages left unturned for years, all scrap paper and the wobbling script of a 7 year old. SHiT.

Hi, there.

Welcome to this humble journal.

Grab a strong cuppa and settle in.

I'm so glad you're here.

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