I fled up the garden and into the pottery studio, sat on the lid of a portable toilet and consumed damsons. By the time I had finished praying, pondering and spitting the pips out, Act Three had been hashed out. Sometimes, sitting down and facing a piece of paper or a computer screen just isn't… Continue reading You Don’t Have to Own a Cat
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