One Day. I can’t remember exactly when I first started saying “one day”. I know I was very young. And I know I said it a lot. I also know that I say it as much now as I ever did then. I am the dreamer of the family with her head in the clouds. […]
Having spent the past hour dithering between Wimbledon watching, work and this blog post, I am struggling to find more words than the six below. Welcome to The Hemingway Day… Hide. The wind disguised his skulking inside. Thanks to The Daily Post for the photo prompt this week, here are some other photos of doors.