At this time of year in the kitchen of our compact but adorable sity apartment, when I boil water for vegetables, my cigarette smoke mixes with the steam and condenses against the wall to turn the paintwork from bright, Summery blues into the nicotene yellow of a caramel custard topping.
I love it.
Ophelia Part II - 8 am this morning the tree surgeons arrived. 10 am bough down, logs in a neat pile and a whole heap of tree bark for my garden. All for little more th...
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