Relaxation

  • Rest

    Oh, dear rest. How beautiful to touch your softness, so. When I, the weary boned, have assaulted this body with your skeleton friend, exhaustion. How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep. How darling to fall to the earth… Continue reading

  • Friday Waffle

    I’ve blown up the heater, again. Both of them. First the ducted heating, then the little beige buzzy thing I set up to replace it. That went within ten minutes of me turning it on, so I suppose this means… Continue reading