Happy new year to my lovely readers, I hope your last few weeks have been filled with a little indulgence of all kinds. In racking my brains this morning for a New Year’s post I ventured down this nostalgic path… Sharpen. Mechanical pencils are very often my weapon of choice, owing to many childhood years […]
It’s a very merry Christmas from me and my festive happy house guest, and the last of this year’s The Hemingway Day flash fiction… He’s alive. Their bodies recoiled, their eyes bulging. Thanks to the Daily Post for the photo prompt “yellow”, which in my view, is just gold with less regal dripping.
Dinner time never looked so fine as in the Feasey Thomas household where gold reigns supreme and every meal feels like a banquet. Happiness can be unearthed in the most monotonous of objects. #100happydays #day74