Today was a bit of a scramble to get my folklore quota in. What I was going to do got cancelled, and then I felt…
25 January 2020 – St Dwynwen’s Day
So I thought to myself, why not write a short love poem using Welsh bardic form? I mean, how difficult could it be? I’m thinking that my burnt clarity-labelled bay leaf from yesterday is yet to start working.
24 January 2020 – New Moon
Today started with me and the vet having an existential crisis over where the soul goes to when we’re in a coma, and is ending…
23 January 2020 – The Uncanny
Today I went on a field trip to the Freud Museum in North London to see the exhibition marking the centenary of the publication of…
22 January 2020 – St Vincent's Day
So first off, after all that fasting for St Agnes’ Day, did I dream of my future husband last night? And the answer is…