In which I grow old
In which I drown in my own self-obsession.
I've been away and now I am back. I am so tired that even tho I knew there was a mystery parcel for me in the concierge office - probably an Easter egg of some description - I did not bother to go and pick it up for several hours, because picking it up necessitated … Continue reading Surprises
In which one is not enough
In Which Life Gets Better
In which the NHS tries to get me, but I fight back, with gnocchi.