I’m having déjà vu with this shirt. I don’t think I’ve posted about it before. Or have I? I guess we’re all vulnerable to our mind’s weirder whispers right now. Is it one metre or two? Why am I the only one in the park… Read More
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Naissance: gin and elderflower and a few short stories from The Glue Ponys
From my lawn I can smell the barbecues. And the portable pizza ovens (this is Peckham after all). Kids howl, footballs sail over fences; the pull of the saw, the fizz of the sander, the clump of the hammer — such is garden-life during lockdown.… Read More