Okay we’ve gone to bed at the unholy hour of 8pm & woken again at 10.30pm, feeling surprisingly refreshed. We’ve showered & shaved & slipped into our freshly laundered tracky daks & dressing gown (well we considered shaving & decided against it, again). We’ve broken our fast. We’ve got coffee on the go. Workspace is clearest it’s been in years. & we’re … waiting for wifi to kick in …

& we’re off.

clean poetry creation station

the contents of the hat