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.
Another excellent blog. Thank you, Rebecca. Hello to Figgie and assorted loved ones.
ReplyDeleteThanks, David. We are all well and finding a way to be in this new world. Hello to Patti!
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