Tuesday, September 09, 2025

Spider work, salts and bickering.

 1. Cobwebs gleam where they catch the low-angled sun -- polygonal nets strung from brambles; gauzy dancefloors in the gorse.


2. Tipping the rest of the bag of epsom salts into the bath with a rainy swish.


3. The children bickering across me about things that just don't matter.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...