Vintage Postcards.

In the middle of the night, there is nothing Mark likes more than to lie in the dark with the windows open and listen to the rain hammering at the door. But I hate it. It seems to compromise my security, mostly because my hearing isn’t so good (I don’t hear at a certain pitch)…

It is a rare day indeed that I find myself chucking a book into a shopping basket full of sausages and pomegranates, but occasionally the book fairy taps me on the shoulder in the most unlikely of places and whispers, Psssst, there! That one is for you! And I tell you, my little fluttery literary…

Oooooh look its Happy Loves Rosie  shopified! Don’t you  just love it when you see scrumptious little blogs blossoming into stripy, happy butterflies?  After all  who couldn’t do with a dose of happiness dropping through their letterbox? Me, me, me! Go grab a little happiness for yourself, and while you are there wish Happy and…