Whoa, it's cold today. (Alternative blog text for southern hemisphere readers: Gosh, isn't it warm?) We're not at ice-on-the-inside-of-the-windows levels of chill quite yet, but we can't be far off. Here at Twisted Towers, the twinnage are abed (if only to keep warm), and the Stoic Spouse and I are both choosing pastimes that don't require straying very far from the fire:- That's the Stoic Spouse on guitar, there, with me accompanying on knitting needles. It's a rare privilege to be allowed Continue Reading
And Then We Were Eight
Eight years ago today, I put on an asymmetric, teal-coloured, gown and walked down the aisle in order to promise lifelong, grudgingly-unswerving tolerance of the Stoic Spouse's* quirks. And vice versa of course, though naturally my own quirks are charming and endearing rather than FLIPPIN' ANNOYING.** Fast-forward getting-on-for-a-decade and we're still here, and neither of us has yet eviscerated the other with the antique brass fire tongs. Pretty good, huh? But on the anniversary of our Continue Reading