Stygian
When you go out in the middle of the day and your automatic headlights come on, I think you’re entitled to say that it’s gloomy. “A real Tupperware day,” said R, referencing Guy Garvey’s statement that living in Manchester often … Continued
Having stomped in and mardily announced to R that I hated every photograph I took today, on closer examination I found that I actually like these two quite a lot. So much, in fact, that I couldn’t choose between them, … Continued
Poor Baby B wasn’t his best self this morning: due to a combination of yet another cold, and (we suspect) some more teething, he was distinctly fraj, and moved from smiles and games to stormy tears on the turn of … Continued