A fishy tale I don’t think about kippers very often, but there they were in the fridge with their dead eyes and yellow label. A weekend breakfast: how nice! I remembered smoky sweet flesh and views over harbours. Warm them in a jug of boiling water – why a jug? I wonder – then serve […]
Saturday song – 100 words
Saturday song The trouble with tired is that, in theory, it’s perfectly natural: we are only meat and ideas and electricity and need our rest as much as our tea and cake. But often, the little weary voice ‘I’m knackered, leave me be’ is drowned by the drum thumps of needs-to-be-done and the shrieking hullabaloo […]
