These last few months have been months full of guests. Some of them have been mine exclusively, some I have been handed over, like parcels. The latest guest, from Russia, we’ve had a lot of fun with, especially when he demanded that we shave his head:
It went well after the absinthe. And more absinthe went down well after that.
There have been many strange and pretty days. It’s Orthodox Christmas now. Icicles are hanging off the streetlamp like teeth.
I fell into an enormous snowdrift recently and just lay there, laughing.