In the time of coronavirus everything is upended; what better time for David Stafford to channel HP Lovecraft. With Trump, the master of uncaring, in charge, it is not surprising that our world is like a witches brew of hideousness.
And what could more horrific than a new loveless marriage in the time of coronavirus? In England they are allowing marriage ceremonies to begin again, with small parties. Beware… Meanwhile, I just waved Patrick off on from the platform, mask wearing with a packed lunch. The car park was empty. A fellow traveller waved his wife off and did a little dance before driving off.
Luckily my story doesn't fit into the Lovecraft genre.
And as for deep taupe… As far as I'm concerned, a salad isn't a salad unless it has cornflowers in it. Last night's salad from the garden
Thanks David. I hope those men in camouflage are showered with rose petals and turn into ferns.