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Adjusting to summer

The absolute blowsy nonsense of peonies.  Rewatching a favourite film in the oldest cinema in the UK.  What happens when no mow may gets out...

  • I think it's hard
    to know what to write in these days. The news is bleak and it is easy to feel small and lost and guilty for continuing to live your life. An...
  • Tales from the Pudding Front
    How it should have been... First of all, a word of advice. Do not attempt the making of this dessert whilst 3 baileys/beers/glasses of wine/...
  • Adventures in Muesli, and other food stories
    As you can imagine, with N's Mum ill, we had some weeks of quietness, panic, worry and bad eating because he certainly wasn’t interested...