Cobweb Santa Beard, with icicle on the end of me nose!… up in Surrey at mums earlier
‘Colder than a well diggers arse’, as Tom Waits memorably sang… so I’ve been doing the usual… sea swimming in me skimpies….
followed by forever and forever in a sauna… gorging on mince pies and mulled-ness (almost mindfullness!) whilst watching footie.
Stay in bed beautiful people! xx
Stop start in a blizzard slo mo motorway… somewhere near Gatwick… fraught and beautiful… even then, I so love the snow
Not this one, but rather partial to a bit of boho schmaltz x
Look! Hoofprints of the giant wooly carretpillar-o-saurus! My foot to scale
Long believed extinct, it endures, in small enclaves on the chalk cliffs of the south downs…
This lovelorn sole survivor seemingly subsists on a diet of new born stoats and Worcestershire sauce flavoured crisps…
I have long suspected it to be my totemic spirit animal?