DAY 100+1: MON 22 June
The day I washed Jane Austen’s face, and wrote a diary entry I was not meant to,
DAY 100: Fathers’ Day
Last chance to read about pebbledash, hairgel, a bootleg biography, beef casserole, red wine, and chickens. What is not to like?
DAY 99: Sat 20 June
Fixing leaks, broken washing lines and a new arena for the chickens. And moaning about McDonald’s
DAY 98: Friday 19 June
An exercising start, a venture into the unknown, and a Big Noise coming up from Winnetka
DAY 97: Thurs 18 June
Vera Lynn’s death rains on Macron’s parade. Bolton tips shite on Trump.