potentialities

Being inspired by the meteorological conditions, I wrote a Bloody Awful Poem. As one does.

On Winter
Frozen flakes are falling from the sky
And a strong wind is driving them into my eye
If I stand out here much longer I will get the shivers
It's a good thing that Fresh Direct delivers.

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I don't think that you're actually supposed to let four year olds help you cut squares of card stock with the paper cutter, especially since, unlike non-metaphorical squid, four year olds do not regenerate severed extremities.

They were good helpers though. They held the handle up until I told them they could bring it down, and then they carefully compared the results to see if they were square.

Until the boys came over. They wanted to chop all willy nilly and that was the end of squares.

But that was okay, because we had more than enough squares by then anyway.

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I am endlessly fascinated by English Cut, the blog of bespoke Savile Row tailor Andrew Mahon. Part of the appeal is, of course, that Mr. Mahon's enthusiasm for his profession is utterly contagious, but I think mostly I'm lusting after the suits.

Ah, the suits! It's no doubt a good thing that I wasn't born male, because I would be unable to resist the temptation to buy absurdly expensive suits for absolutely no good reason whatever and end up living in a cedar-lined wardrobe in the gutter, admiring my £2000 suit in shop windows.

As it is, I shall just have to go on wearing jeans every day and lusting after men in really nice suits, I suppose.