groggyI wasn't able to finish the story notes for Cambrian Tales yesterday. I still have four to do, so I'll finish today. I was sidetracked yesterday, trying to recall the date of a forest fire, and I had to call my mother to help me puzzle it out. She thinks it was the spring of 1978. I think it was October 1978. I was either thirteen or fourteen. We lived in the old house by the cement plant in Leeds.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions.
Watching people argue politics puts me in mind of gulls fighting over dead fish. It's ugly, and it makes me glad I have better table manners.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
