I want one of those triangle scarves that are having a moment, but I fear I’ll look less like that ↙️ and more like that ↘️

I’m no fan of DH Lawrence, but I’m going to allow this.

Once again, at Harvest Festival, it was myself, Mr. Posner, the Organist, and a tin of Spaghetti.

A Louise Glück miniature that appeared in The Threepenny Review in 2023. To my knowledge, it remains uncollected.

WIN a set of postcards of TV crime series as Penguin book covers. Simply guess which series is depicted on each cover. The earliest was broadcast in 1969. All originated on TV (so no Morse, Marple etc). Email [email protected] & I'll pick three from a digital deerstalker. Deadline: 10 Oct.

Trampoline rhymes with Germolene. I’ve made a note of that.

Mood.

An icon - RIP

Why Does My Cat Smell Like Digestive Biscuits? And Other Poems

7.05 this morning.

A room with a view Croome, Worcestershire

The smell of autumn is in the air, like a pencil being sharpened in a damp church by someone who has recently smoked a pipe.

Where I’m calling from

in 1869 the first known car accident death was mary ward, this irish lady who made bug art

Ah, my old Physics teacher has died. “Caddy” Cadwallader, a sardonic wit of the highest order. When I dropped Physics, he said, “but Rebecca, who will you spar with now?” Still looking, sir.

Two empty tins with artificial flowers, unearthed from a box of miscellaneous doings, and not seen the light of day for some decades. 1/

Read this at an impressionable age, fell in love, had it on my bedroom wall. RIP Brian Patten, Liverpool Poet.

My washing machine now has a fancy little skirt.

“Oh, drat,” said Toad.

Yesterday in the restaurant I had to put my specs on my head to peer at the menu and then my son took my phone off me to scan the QR code because I was taking too long.

Sitting OUTSIDE like some sort of Captain Oates.

In a meeting yesterday someone who gets paid A LOT MORE than me said pacifically when they meant specifically.

Swoon, indeed.

Want to sign an apologetic letter? Don't just include your signature, do what Charles Grenfell has done in this 1870s letter: draw a little sketch of yourself and say that you 'feel quite idiotic'.

'Concert Hall', Queen's Hall, Langham Place (1929) by Sybil Andrews (Glenbow Museum)

Other work by the Ladybird artists ‘September’ Shell Nature Studies, 1956 Artist: Rowland Hilder and Maurice Wilson

Everyone is like this. Everyone at 25 looks like some celestial being, impossibly beautiful and alive. And only old people know this. If only we KNEW we were godlike at the time. Anyway, it was very moving to see an ordinary life glorified, as all lives are in death. Sunny afternoon here, love, Ian.

Good evening

Look at him, covering his little eyes with his paw 🥹

No, I have NOT put the central heating on yet, but I’ll tell you what I have done. I have closed the bedroom window.

Flapjack furniture.

Lots of things to like inside the Courtauld Gallery and the staircase is definitely one of them.

Just going to have this as a daily affirmation stuck on my mirror.

Day 2 of Rebecca’s Weekend of Culture. Much more my scene these days. The grey hair and Birkenstocks crowd.

I am in CHESTER with my bow and arrow. Looking for Welshmen.

Terrible photo, great gig.

Toad was spinning in the dark. “Come back, Frog,” he shouted. “I will be lonely!”

2019. The last time this happened.

I've never had the confidence or temerity to use the word milquetoast as it sounds like it's some sort of trap, but apparently it comes from a timid 1920s comic strip character, Casper Milquetoast, so it's lowbrow enough for me to use now.

I need the shelves sorting in my white cupboard so for MONTHS it’s been on my to-do list, and every time I see ‘shelves in white cupboard’ I read it to the tune of Nights in White Satin. Every single time. Good morning!

Shadow lines #WeekLforLines #AlphabetChallenge 📷

TREASURE

Well done me for snaffling these off Marketplace for a tenner 😏

There should be more places which celebrate the humble conker and the joy they bring in September.

Someone tell these young fools that the only man who looks good with a moustache is Tom Selleck.

The Summer I Turned Petty

If anyone is looking for a cure for insomnia, may I recommend some great big chunks of crusty white bread.

I like how you guys never stop talking. It’s like a thought convention in a big warehouse I can visit whenever I want and then leave without buying anything.