Just as I wondered about somewhere to put a few odd words, I came across this poor, pathetic, underused space.
The blog space must surely be full of dead flies and wispy long-legged spider husks by now, but on the other hand, it's my own, give or take a giant corporation or two.
Besides, nobody reads blogs now - way too old-fashioned - so I am free to imagine myself scratching away with a goose quill on a scrap of vellum.
So, holding my breath and going for one very long step forward . . .
. . . And today is 3rd October 2024: National Poetry Day itself and a month of Inktober celebrations as well. (Will the technology hold?)
