In the morning when I eat bread with butter and honey and usually ignore the communal herbal pot for darker tea, sometimes with a bit of the whiskey that I brought with me in it, the others read the paper or their books. Sometimes I read too, but usually I watch the cats. There is a pride of small lions that lives around the farm. Bob and Caroline ( Read more... )

I'm drinking a bottle of the cider I started brewing in... February? March? Cider is more like wine than beer, so you can ignore it for as long as you like and, as it will only keep improving in flavour and alcohol content, you get to feel productive the entire time. I'm not sure I'd realised quite how long I'd been ignoring it, though. I only just ( Read more... )

I don't entirely understand why or how I'd been living without raw honey for so long. It had likely been a full month, or at least two weeks, which was more than enough time to succumb to madness and turn savage. I shan't take such risks again. No wonder the gods chose bees to be their messengers. No wonder they sting.

I have a new tattoo.