Now the leaves are falling fast… – from ‘Autumn Song’, W. H. Auden The day we made these Pear & Strawberry Muffins last week was unexpectedly lovely. The morning was the first really cold one of the year. Thick socks and hot cups of tea kind of cold. Frosty breath in the morning air, clear blue […]
Content warning: many swears to follow, ‘coz sometimes only a fuck will do. It struck my quite forcibly recently that I’m not just growing up, I’m growing older as well. We live in a house at the front of a rather large block; up the very back of the block are two more houses that […]
My last meal then would be pastry kneaded by her hand and filled as if by magic with her love vanilla-scented soft on the tongue – from ‘Eating My Grandmother: a grief cycle’ by Krissy Kneen
