A swim in the ocean, hours in an empty house glimmering ahead, kind and encouraging words in the response below… I am ready to work! So long, Internets. I shan’t pass this way again today.
Over at my anti-mummyblog, I’ve written about life insurance premiums. Excited? How about if I tell you there’s a graph involved? And that writers are just as expensive to insure as fighter pilots? Go on, have a look.
File this story under op-shopper’s boast, except, you know, I wasn’t even in an op-shop at the time. But heavens, what a discovery. I can’t even remember the original reason I was in Reverse Garbage, now, but it wasn’t to look for paintings. Yet there they were, four or five boxes of them: all oils, […]
