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.
Category: The Everyday Lore Project
Today started with me and the vet having an existential crisis over where the soul goes to when we’re in a…
Today I went on a field trip to the Freud Museum in North London to see the exhibition marking the centenary…
So first off, after all that fasting for St Agnes’ Day, did I dream of my future husband last night? And the answer is…