Get the photos sorted
In the nineteenth century, ancestors acquired cameras and started squirrelling piles of photos.
and other things I have discovered
In the nineteenth century, ancestors acquired cameras and started squirrelling piles of photos.
Stage one. Sniff uncertainty in the air. Consider self-sufficiency. Realise that is never going to happen, but find the thought of chickens vaguely comforting.
If you find a bee lying on the carpet, lost and alone, this is your chance to do a Good Thing.
Spring is here, supermarkets are no fun, it’s time to grow vegetables.
It’s a quiet spring. Just the noise of birds as they practice ring tones and tell each other to back off or die.
There is talk of ‘getting used to this’ and ‘acceptance’. There is watching the news by mistake. This can be followed by wandering out to stare at chickens pecking your feet and recover the bit of ‘acceptance’ that just slithered away.
Stage One. Notice that people on the other side of the world are not all completely well and healthy. Watch news with vague interest. Flick back to Last Tango in Halifax because it is absolutely brilliant.
In the olden days, there was an office, where people worked in the same room. Their job was to send joy to cities, where more people gathered together in the same streets. These are notes from an ancient diary, discovered in that office, where the dust continues to settle.