We caught a few minutes of Songs of Praise yesterday evening. It was all candles and carols and film of people riding camels in the desert.
This morning the parked cars had snow on their roofs.
I dreamed I'd co-authored a book about how I came to leave the Church. I was leafing through the finished article and finding it very glum. My…
Binge-listening to variant versions of Matty Groves/Little Musgrave means I now have it as an ear worm. It could be worse; it could be the Birdy…
I'm sure there's a version where the husband cuts his wife's head off and kicks it against the wall but I can't find it. Did I make…