If I'm going to procrastinate, I may as well show the fruits of my procrastination. No, I'm not going to show you my hoovered floor, the 'bed peace' sign over my bed, or the 'hair peace' sign over my hairdryer; not even my very organised desk drawers. Although, I should probably share this fantastic potato gratin recipe from Smitten Kitchen. We live three hours apart and though my dear boy is a camera ninja and Nice Man(TM) extraordinaire, he is not made from spinach, potatoes, and cheese.
Today I got a letter from an old friend, Lydia. We met through Girl Guiding and went to high school together, but drifted apart during college. She went to a local Catholic college for very clever people, and I went to sixth form and developed an intense knowledge of Chup-A-Chup flavours. Cola, friends. The best. We were close friends during our jumbo cord bellbottoms and Alanis Morissette phases, and haven't had a musical similarity since. But I think that this may be changing. So what better way to find out (and brainwash) than a mix CD? I named it after a Joanna Newsom lyric and hopefully it will soon be winging its way to her.
Today I got a letter from an old friend, Lydia. We met through Girl Guiding and went to high school together, but drifted apart during college. She went to a local Catholic college for very clever people, and I went to sixth form and developed an intense knowledge of Chup-A-Chup flavours. Cola, friends. The best. We were close friends during our jumbo cord bellbottoms and Alanis Morissette phases, and haven't had a musical similarity since. But I think that this may be changing. So what better way to find out (and brainwash) than a mix CD? I named it after a Joanna Newsom lyric and hopefully it will soon be winging its way to her.
I started making this half an hour after I recieved her letter. Seamus Heaney, I like you, but I don't want to write an essay on you, or anyone. I'm sure you understand.
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