The day I washed Jane Austen’s face, and wrote a diary entry I was not meant to,
Last chance to read about pebbledash, hairgel, a bootleg biography, beef casserole, red wine, and chickens. What is not to like?
Fixing leaks, broken washing lines and a new arena for the chickens. And moaning about McDonald’s
An exercising start, a venture into the unknown, and a Big Noise coming up from Winnetka
Vera Lynn’s death rains on Macron’s parade. Bolton tips shite on Trump.