If I had fought in the Civil War, I think the hardest part for me would have been the inconsistent supply of coffee. And maybe […] Read More
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I use the word “staycation” but I don’t particularly like it. I also say “vacay” but mostly just in my own head. There is something […] Read More
Between painting a roof yesterday and the hay harvest tomorrow, a holiday in the woods under the grooved trunks and branches, the roof of leaves […] Read More
I’m not entirely sure that I can explain why it is called the Boob Trust. Something to do with digital underpants and traumatic brain injuries […] Read More