Sunday Haiku/(Not Haiku) #14

I'm writing to all you good people, today from the garden room, which quite frankly is under a particularly vicious assault from the elements. It’s seriously wet, with razor-sharp drips being blown sideways by the usual gale-force winds. It’s purty bleak and has been literally all day. Bizarrely I was up at 7.30 (I know … Continue reading Sunday Haiku/(Not Haiku) #14