The site crashed most effectively in early 2019, and it took me nearly a year to try to fix it, time and apathy being what they are. I finally did it, though, and here it is. My efficiency at backing
A snippet I found lurking on Google Drive, part of a project that (like so many) apparently started with a certain sparkle but failed to live long enough to have a part 2. It’s maybe three years old. Liz is
The Arch Window number 37, in which we decide that she’ll be right.
The Arch Window number 36, in which our imaginations run wild.
I have, for some time, been taken by the fact that when I photograph my children, they frequently manage to look contemplative, and troubled, and tousled, and very, very cool. This might have nothing to do with the fact that
Spring is springing, and with it the quotidian miracle of new life on many fronts, not least in the fifteen centimetres of unpromising dirt that hems one side of our house block. Hard by the corrugated iron fence that daily
The Arch Window number 35, in which we get to the guts of the matter. Image by Tttrung – own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, Link, rotated 90 degrees by me because I needed it landscape and I hope the creator
The Arch Window number 34, in which we build that wall.
And they all lived happily ever after. Audio: Emirates in flight announcement, in Arabic
Yeah, look, there’s only one train in this story, but if you thought I was not going to follow up the Isherwood reference of a couple of days ago with another (on the flimsiest of bases) then you have badly