Listening to Blondie blaring through the walls, (agony with a migraine), I remember the letter mistakenly delivered to my house last weekend for my perpetually noisy neighbours. Finding out their surname is Savage was oddly satisfying, given their propensity for uncouth behaviour.
We all have those moments of grace where the heavens conspire to deliver a slice of life too good to ignore. This blog is a receptacle for mine. Expect random (in every sense) observations, miraculous mundanities, and crimes against fashion; if it tickles me, I'll post it, as and when, no pressure.
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