There's something about cloudy days, when the world is damp and cool that leads one to musing. Moving back and forth across one's home, searching for remnants of the summer and the sweater you were certain you had shoved in a particular corner roughly six months ago. Autumn is well and truly upon us, and it seems as though it will be leading into a ( Read more... )

We find ourselves in June, or perhaps the remnants of April that were kindly packed up and sent to the here and now by someone who thought themselves to be providing some sort of service. It is, a such, that leaves a body at odd ends, puttering and looking through boxes wondering what to make of articles of the past ( Read more... )