So long, and thanks for all the fish

A bloodstain is always a disturbing thing, but particularly so when you find it on the underside of a mattress you’ve been sleeping on for weeks. Shortly after buying the boat, I turned the mattress and found a huge patch of someone else’s vital fluids. No amount of bedlinen could remove it from my mind.Continue reading “So long, and thanks for all the fish”

The passing of Arthur

They say it rains all the time in the north west, but be fair. Sometimes it snows. It’s been a white fluffy week, so I escaped to That London for National Poetry Day business including a meeting with Poetry Planet, and one at Kensington Palace with Children & Arts. The Georgian buildings around Hyde ParkContinue reading “The passing of Arthur”