winter 2025 w47 sunday review but at least this time I know it's definitely the phone-holding & not irreversible skeletal damage
weekly review w45 sunday review (the tech that stopped serving) bunged them in the air fryer at 'whatever temperature it was last time' degrees and set the timer to 'iunno, all the numbers are rubbed off'
my fiction short story: the eminence's ghosts Miss Chester swept out of the room, snatching up her ectoplasm -
weekly review w44 sunday review (entering winter mode) a week score of 33% reveals the flaw in trackers
my fiction short story: the forester Anne, who had been fidgeting with a ribbon on her sleeve, said, “There ain’t less magic in the world! There’s just more candles!” and looked jolly proud of herself.
my fiction start of a short story: the forester Once upon a time, in a village that the forest was all around, and was before, and is now after, there was a priest.
weekly review w41 sunday review (in which I uploaded The Pool In The Fen) touched grass! then washed my hands!
my fiction short story: the tinker's second pack There's no answer, of course. She felt the silence of the house too deeply for there to be an answer.
