Still managing uncertainty as winter approaches. Watching birds and zombies.
Looking back at old journals, spanning my life from teens to old age. Did they record ‘happy’ new years?
Winter’s came, the snaw has fell, Wee Josie’s nose is froze as well, Wee Josie’s nose is froze is skintit,Winter’s diabolic, in’t it! Bud Neill No snow as yet, but it has been cold. Like the winters I remember from childhood. Milk curdling on the pipes at school, knees blue with cold as I refusedContinue reading “Winter’s Came, The Snaw has Fell”