Every day? Blog post? Every effing day?
Why did I say that?
I have three fictional clones whispering insistantly and a daughter requesting I note their story and I have poems yanking at my hem. I wouldn’t mind, but it’s the hem of my knickers and that’s kinda verbal VPL. And the bath needs a scrub.
Today’s blog – flowery stuff:
Here’s a picture of teasels. It’s not that frosty this year. Yet.