Wandering aimlessly into the pajama years, where cardigans are cool and there’s nowt like a good ginger snap biscuit and a decent cuppa tea. Probably coffee. Tea needs to be made by someone who isn’t me. You won’t die if you drink my coffee.
Wife, mother, daughter, owner of a pink gender card. Live in Man’s Land. I manage.
Like to cook, like to eat, like to read, want to write. Dabble with crochet, perpetually untidy…
Early riser, not a drinker, stopped smoking in a previous century. No particular vices left – aside from coffee, and chocolate. Which is a food group on its own.
Over fond of ellipses… commas, and the much maligned semi-colon; I use them all with gay abandon.
And that would be that.