It started in kindergarten with pens and ink pots and blotting paper. Since then I've loved writing. Transferring the noise in my head to paper calms the chaos. If a worthwhile thought occasionally emerges, I'll keep it here with memories, stories and other random trivia, of interest mainly to myself and, with a bit of luck, to the odd passerby.
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Bad Hair Day
Baby, not only is it cold out here, this wind is wrecking havoc with my hairstyle