Sometimes, when something’s really bothering me I’ll get up in the night and write a letter, to whomsoever it may concern. This usually means a series of versions being written out in neater and neater script, maybe in a more tactful way each time, and eventually I will feel better and even, on occasion, I’ll go back to bed for a few more hours kip. Continue reading “New Year’s Eve Present”
Boadicea's Chariot 