Parsley and stolen Thyme. Come back next year you two.
No, no, I meant frost on the budding flowers. Yes, we are buds, but I…okay, yes. 424 more words
No, Jack is not creatively bankrupt! How dare you, here I am artistically listing the days that have passed since my surgery and…okay, yes, I couldn’t think of anything clever to say, but it is strange to imagine that it’s only been sixteen weeks. 550 more words
Two nut jars, five curry paste jars and a partridge in a pear tree.
People often say to me, they say Jack…well, actually they don’t because that’s just my Nome de plume, but they say to me, okay they don’t say anything, I’m just running out of ways to start these posts. 510 more words