I completely forgot I’d queued that London Fog thing.
I’ve been sititng here chewing my lip, wondering whether to log onto this dashboard and finally post, or whether I should change the image, or post something else. Turns out I’d queued the thing and it had fluttered on out there without me. It has forty-two notes.
I don’t have a voice, I barely can call this a niche, this is my 5th year and its 8,358,120,021th incarnation, but this is why I keep coming back to blogging. Because perhaps, out there, someone else wants to read about drinks that taste like autumn bonfires, novel writing attempts, the myriad subtle ways Dorset is totally different to Hampshire, Somerset and Devon, and knitting.
I like you guys. *sips frothy caramel Earl Grey*