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I've got all this old stuff at home. Great stuff! Like old letters, small writing boxes and old photos, not so much found as rescued from charity shops, garage sales and, sometimes, rubbish bins and the back seat of scrap

I remember we had a children’s book where the pages were cut into thirds and could be flipped to create absurd images. I’m not sure exactly where it is, and most likely at the cabin, but I remember the pictures;

That’s the sound of me landing at Heathrow. * Hello, I’m here. ** You didn’t hear that, did you? Actually, it sounded more like a little “poof”. Because it snowed overnight. And the whole of Oxfordshire is reduced to incredible shapes and shadows. All of which I’m compelled

R and I walk on the beach in the midst of the madness, when everything seams chaotic, a little shaky, a little uncertain. The wind whips up more questions and the future seems hazy. R’s hand slips into mine and