As after most Christmases, the arm of the chair that I am sat in is piled high with books: The new 2020 diary I got for Christmas, Fearne Cotton's 'Calm', Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch (I'm on chapter 8 and loving every second), and a very thick pad titled '642 things to write about' … Continue reading Week Fifty-Two
I'm sat in the lounge drinking tea. I'm surrounded by Christmas decorations. The fireplace is cluttered with ornamental robins, Santas, snowmen and candles. The darker it gets outside, the brighter the lights on the tree and in the window shine. The whole room looks cheerful. I had a piano lesson this afternoon. It's been nearly five … Continue reading IT’S CHRISTMASSSS
Blogging goodbye to butterflies 