When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Sunday, 22 January 2017
Spring has almost sprung.
Here we are one month into winter; it's about four million degrees below zero and my camellias are already having a look and deciding whether to come out. Sorry the photo's a little blurry, my hands were freezing.